#guess who's ready to cry at 7AM...

[angelshizuka]

Small nightmare Tilla analysis from someone with her own dead mother trauma (yay...) Just as I expected from the trailer, this scene came for me personally and I don't know wheter to hate or thank Brandon for it.

What personally got to me was how Blitz wasn't just hallucinating the things around him, but also how he preceived himself, aka as the age when his mother died.

I dunno about other people with dead parents/loved ones or if I just still haven't processed my grief properly yet, but I always mentally regress in age whenever I think about my mother. Maybe it's my brain trying to pretend she can't be gone if I'm still that age, I really don't know, grief is weird. I'm not entirely sure if that was the intention behind it, but seeing it visualized like that hit me.

But it's especially this part that had no right to go as hard as it did.

We still don't know all the details of what happened inside the tent, like if Blitz found her dead or had to witness her burning alive as he failed to save her (knowing this show's track record it's probably the later). I didn't lose my mother to fire, but the concept is still all too familiar to me. Seeing your mother, who's literally burning on the inside (tumors can go to the worst kind of hell) still force a smile through the pain and tears for the sake of her child as she's withering away... is the literal last memory I have of seeing her alive.

I mean, this scene is without a doubt written so well and I'm positive it still heavily affected even people without similiar grief/trauma, but for me who does have that... I think what scares me most about this scene is that I know I would see the exact same thing if I was under the same influence as Blitz is here.

Bonus points for having Blitz wear a piece of his mother's clothing, that's also something I do. Me and my mother had the same size, so her entire wardrobe went to me. It's comforting, like a piece of her never truly left and is always with me. I totally get why Blitz is so attached to it and I'm so happy he didn't lose it. It seems to be the only thing from his mother that survived the fire.

[currytantou]

[translation] – Mankai Channel vol 2 Natsugumi Ban drama track also x-posted on my wordpress blog

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0:01 Tenma: Ready? All: Blo-bloo-blooming! Tenma: Hello eve- Kumon: Hello guys! Misumi: Thank you for watching! Tenma: This time- Kazunari: It’s Summer Troupe’s turn this time! Misumi: Spring Troupe’s episode last time was fun, right? Kazunari: We played that game in the dorms, didn’t we? Tenma: Don’t say hello all at once! Ehem. Starting over. I’m Sumeragi Tenma, the leader of the Summer Troupe. Thanks for tuning in to Summer Troupe’s episode, following the previous episode with Spring Troupe. Yuki: Thank you. Muku: Thanks for having us! Kazunari: Summer Troupe’s plan is “morning routine”! Kumon: We had various plans in mind, right? Playing games like Spring Troupe, no-foreign-words-challenge, and ghost prank! Misumi: Tenma won the rock-paper-scissors! Muku: Tenma-kun’s spirit when he played rock-paper-scissors was amazing! Yuki: Especially when he wanted to avoid the last option; the ghost prank~ Tenma: Shut up! Kazunari: That said, each and every member’s morning situation was recorded on camera so let’s check them out at once~!

1:11 Tenma: First, it’s me. I woke up at 6am on this day. I woke up earlier than usual because I had a shooting. Muku: Tenma-kun barely had bed hair on him. Yuki: His usual hairstyle pretty much looks like bed hair anyway. Tenma: What are you trying to imply? Misumi: Oh, he’s taking care of *UneUne-kun. (literal meaning: zigzag) Kumon: Huh, who? Yuki: His bonsai, I think? Tenma: This is a white pine. Apparently, it is 20 years old. It’s about time to cut its old leaves. Kazunari: It took several years to reach this form, right? What a fine bonsai~ Tenma: Once I’m done cutting bonsai, I’d have some plain hot water in the kitchen. It’s Azami’s recommendation and I find myself in a good condition when I do that. Yuki: Hm? Guess I should try that too.  Tenma: After that I did morning workout. As recommended by Tasuku-san. Kumon: You do everything that’s recommended! Tenma: I would try anything good for my body. Misumi: Like a grandpa. Tenma: Uh, it’s granted for an actor to take care of his health. Kazunari: A body is an actor’s asset! Tenma: After I’m done with breakfast, Igawa picked me up by car and I went to shoot for magazines. Muku: Igawa-san always comes punctually. Tenma: He’s a reliable manager. Yuki: It’s unusual for him to praise someone. Kumon: Maybe Igawa-san would cry if he saw this video..?

2:36 Yuki: Next is me. On this day, I woke up at 7am as usual. I think I slept at 10pm the previous day..? Kazunari: Yukki washes his face thoroughly! Yuki: Recently, I’ve been using this facial cleanser. I like how it is hypoallergenic and creates plenty of foams. Misumi: That reminds me, Azami told us to wash with lots of foams. Muku: I wanna see how Yuki-kun washes his face. Yuki: I switched face lotion to this one, after sticking to the same brand for a while. Recently, I feel like my skin type has changed and after discussing with Azami, he suggested that I use one for sensitive skin. So far so good, I guess? Kumon: Can skin type change? Yuki: I suppose you can tell if you look at it everyday? Misumi: What is ‘skin type’? Yuki: You should start from there and learn through Azami. Kazunari: I wanna ask him for some suggestions too. I should ask Azamin skincare tips later! Tenma: Sounds good. I wanna ask him what my skin type is too. Yuki: Once I’m done washing my face, I get prepared and wear my school uniform. Kumon: You’ve made preparation for school, eh? Yuki: I made sure to do that the day before. Misumi: Yuki is so firm~ Yuki: Then, I’d have breakfast and check fashion related news and think of any designs, I guess? Muku: Is it easier to brainstorm design ideas in the morning? Yuki: Maybe. I sometimes come up with a better idea the next morning even though I was stuck yesterday. Kazunari: Perhaps, your brain thinks of it while you are sleeping. Kumon: I wish I could memorise English vocabularies while I’m sleeping~

4:15 Kazunari: Next, let’s check out my morning routine~! I woke up at 9am! I woke up a little late on this day because I stayed up to make it to the deadline. After waking up, I spent time idly on bed and scrolling through SNS, replied to comments, checked out what’s trending.. Yuki: Hurry and get up. Muku: Kazu-kun takes it easy in the morning. Kumon: Like it takes a while to get the engine heats up in the morning? Kazunari: Maybe~ Then I dressed up and prepared my bag for college. Tenma: So many different gadgets. Misumi: Kazu’s bag is like a magical pocket. Kazunari: Recently, I’ve been carrying around this portable charger and mobile monitor! These are freaking convenient for quick work outdoor and online meetings. When I told Itarun, he immediately started using ‘em. Also, these are my favourite noise cancelling wireless earphones! I’ve tried others but for me, this works best. And, a smart watch! Although I don’t keep it in my bag. These are the gadgets that I carry around. Tenma: I’ve been contemplating on getting this smart watch. Kazunari: I totally recommend this! It’s much better than the previous release so you should buy it now! Tenma: Hmm. Show me that later. Kumon: Kazu-san knows a lot, you’re so cool!~ Muku: It’s best to ask Kazu-kun when it comes to gadgets. Misumi: These videos were recorded using the camera lent by Kazu. Kazunari: It has good image stabilisation and spot on waterproofing. Easy to use, right?

5:56 Muku: My turn next, right? Uh..I woke up at 7am on this day. I washed my face and changed…Sorry that it’s way too ordinary! Tenma: It’s odd to apologise for being ordinary. Kazunari: Mukkun’s dailies are systematic. Muku: I had spanish omelette and freshly baked walnut bread for breakfast on this day. As I ate, I talked about newly released shoujo manga with Sakyo-san and Azu nee-san…. Yuki: The latter half is nothing ordinary though. Kumon: What kind of shoujo manga? Muku: A girl who has been living under oppression of her family meets the son of a distinguished family who runs a sports gym. She starts to workout and solves all problems with muscles. It’s a really interesting success story! Tenma: The second half is way too unexpected! Yuki: Some of Muku’s favourite shoujo manga are quirky… Kazunari: But it makes you curious to know more! I kinda wanna read it! Muku: I’ll lend it to you later. I did other stuff before I left the dorms, but I watched tv with Juu-chan on this day. They happened to broadcast a coverage on sweets. Yuki: Right, you two were glued to the tv. Muku: We planned to check out the chocolate ice cream shown on that program.

7:20 Misumi: Next is me. Yuki: Where is this place? Outside? Misumi: Rooftop. On this day, I said my morning greeting to a cat that I’m friendly with, and I joined the cat’s meeting. Kumon: Cat meeting! Wahahaha! So many cats! That’s cool!! Tenma: You’re doing this first thing first in the morning? Kazunari: As expected, he blends in with the cats. Muku: What do you do in the cat meeting? Misumi: We talked about so many things. Neighbourhood’s rumours, notices about stray cats, info about homes that give away food or any problems. On this day, *Kuroneko-san ranted how it can’t walk past its usual passage. (lit: black cat) So I went to help it. Tenma: So? Where is this place? Misumi: The passage that Kuroneko-san strolls by. Kazunari: Looks like a cat’s documentary footage. Muku: It’s interesting, since it’s a view we usually don’t see. Yuki: You’re breaking the expectation of a morning routine in many ways. Kumon: Ah! What jumped against the wall just now?! Misumi: See? I removed the trash thrown in this narrow passage. And I found a beautiful triangle here so I picked it up. Yuki: That’s how he picks triangles, huh? Tenma: I had no idea. Misumi: I cleaned the triangle with water at the park and made it to the dorm for breakfast time. Kazunari: Sumi had such an adventure before he joined for breakfast~ Muku: That is so dramatic!

9:00 Kumon: Finally, it’s my turn! I usually wake up at 6am! I had time to go for a run with nii-chanand Tasuku-san! Yuki: So much energy first thing in the morning. Kumon: After running, I practised swinging in the yard! Tenma: That’s way too much energy! Misumi: Looks fun~ Kumon: Sumi-san should join me next time! We can do karate with Guy-san! Misumi: Let’s do that! Muku: It feels good to move your body in the morning~ I feel refreshed when I start my day with running. Kumon: Yes, yes! I’m in good condition throughout the day!~ After practising swinging, I did some light squats and showered before having breakfast! Yuki: Now I know why you’re always fussing about being hungry in the morning. Tenma: Of course you’d get hungry if you move this much. Kazunari: Kumopi, you’re so healthy! Kumon: I’d brush my teeth after breakfast and I would check out the English vocabs app before I left the dorms. Muku: A test is coming up soon. Misumi: Kumon, that’s admirable. Kumon: I forgot I was supposed to be early ‘cus I was on duty on this day. I hurriedly left and dashed to school! Tenma: Running again? Yuki: His energy has no limits.

10:09 Tenma: That wraps up Summer Troupe’s morning routine. But is it interesting for them to watch these videos footage..? Kazunari: With the variations of morning routine, I suppose it is interesting~ Yuki: I thought the content would be pretty much the same but our routines are much more different than expected. Kumon: The cat’s meeting was fun! Misumi: It’s interesting to me, knowing what you guys are doing in the morning. Muku: I think Yuki-kun’s skincare tips and Kazu-kun with his gadgets are useful! Tenma: Well, I’m glad if this makes the audience happy. That said, do look forward to Autumn Troupe’s episode next. Kazunari: If you enjoyed it, please like and subscribe to the channel! Misumi: Bye bye~

Thank you for reading! <3 - curry

[edgeray]

Hello Ray! 🍅 anon here (again!)

I've been swamped irl these past few days (hence the relative radio silence) but. oh my goodness. I think I speak for all of us when I say that we have been eating GOOD. Going to ruin my digital footprint and quote zy0x on this: "I'm (s)creaming!" (both ways intended)

I absolutely love your dragon AU!Arle being a humongous dragon and nobody knows how old she is, thinking that she's some ancient beast when in reality she's still young, then "kidnapping" reader back to her nest where they spend some family time together... The trio coming to reader for food mainly because Arle Cannot Cook is hilarious, no wonder they went ham on the fish!

Arle only able to "cook" will forever be a running joke, istg. She and Tighnari would probably get along cuisine preferences wise, with their dislike of strong seasonings. Imagine Arle and Sumeru food?? Heavily seasoned to an inch of its life??? She's going to cry internally.

Let's avoid talking about the Angst TM of your madoka AU (Absolutely well written, love the style, love the effort, but screw it it's angst I left sobbing)

Comfort fics??? like one of your recent ones where reader just??? up and feeds Arle and then falls asleep in her arms??? are really to die for!!! ARLE IS SO SOFT OMGOMGOMG- Plus the teasing and banter that you throw in here and there? Absolute GOLD.

But I do agree about Arle on her period would show absolutely zero signs given what we know about her nature. Making Arle feel safe enough to fall asleep in reader's embrace is. SO ADORABLE HUHUFIWHUFWFIOJF;OI;JFJFIOW ARLEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 It is prime time to spoil her.

"The beach episode that no one asked for" I think I can speak for everybody that it just hasn't been asked for YET because Nobody has cooked it YET. THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD-

Poor reader having to choose to look at either the children having fun and enjoying themselves and Arle's handsome body? Reader you have two eyes and so many Kameras!!!!! Give the children the true family outing experience by shoving the Kamera in their face as they laugh! Unleash the inner pervert by taking all sorts of photos with your husband's bare ABS EXPOSED!!!

"It's my sixth? seventh? Who knows, I lost count" reread of practically your entire fic offerings and I would like to express my continued gratitude. If you need more requests I'll be happy to send some! (I'm not sending requests currently because you might have some on your list and I am not adding on to it)

[I still have. not. done Arle's story quest. I'm not ready for the heartbreak even though it means now I've been farming using the handbook instead of being able to go to the arena. I don't need 100 primogems. I need Clervie and Arle to still be together /copium]

Hi 🍅 anon! Getting your asks always makes me giddy haha. No worries on the radio silence.

First of all, I'd like to say I made the smart descision of staying up until 7AM and then deciding maybe staying up longer isn't a good idea, so I went ahead and slept until I woke up again. My response will be fueled by 3.5 hours of sleep so apologies if it's not coherent.

I'd like to say that you will be seeing more of Dragon AU considering that my 3 out of 8 requests sitting in my inbox are asking for a continuation 😅🤣 which frankly I'm surprised about because there wasn't much Arle in it and it wasn't that good quality of my writing but I guess the inclusion of the trio was nice and the random worldbuilding I threw in there. I don't know why I was so detailed about the fantasy elements.

I like. Highkey forgot that Arlecchino didn't like heavily seasoned food so I had it so that she liked Sumeru food because of the spiciness 😅. Fr I'm a fake fan. I think that's what I put in "Rest Your Worries, Lax Your Heart" (do not ask me how I come up with titles for my requests. You can tell how tired I am after making requests based on how lazy the titles are lmfao).

I also like lowkey forgot about the existence of Kameras. Taking pictures during vacation is not natural to me and kind of forgot that I can actually do that. 🤣 hence why i forgot about including it in "Rest Your Worries, Lax Your Heart." (can you tell this was the part that was very self-indulgent? I wanna touch her abs 😩)

Do the story request, get your heart ripped out like the rest of us. Don't be a coward /j. If you need Clervie and Arlecchino together, don't worry. I do have a domestic Arlevie sitting in my inbox...

Anyways, this makes me super giddy, and was a nice start to my morning. I'm glad that my efforts are worth it and that people like you get to enjoy my work. 🫶 I still have much more to write over the summer. I've looked back on my Google Doc where I compile all the requests and looks like I've written over 20k~ words since starting writing at June 1, and it's been 13 days since (with a 3 day break because of vacation which means on average I write around 2k~ words per day that I'm actively writing). And somehow in that time, I've done 12 requests 😲.

At this rate, by the end of the summer, I will have written enough to have a whole ass novel worth. 🤣 I've never had the commitment for long books so that's why I stick to oneshots. I definetely would write a 100k+ Arlecchino x Reader if I could but sadly I cannot. That bitch would be discontinued by like 25k because I get bored of the plot or something, idk.

Enough rambling ehehe, I really appreciate this ask 🍅 anon. 🫶 do expect me to write daily for a while. much more content to make you (s)cream hehe :D

[haerinari]

Yellow Flowers— september 21st

🌼—pairing: ot5!txt x fem!reader

🌼—genre: fluff

🌼—warnings: none

최 수빈 — Choi Soobin

“Can i go to your house?” Sobbin said through the phone.

“Sure” you answered.

“I’ll be there in 5, love you” he said.

“Love you too”

You hanged up the call with your boyfriend and started to watch some tik tok videos to wait for him to arrive. Just like 3 minutes later the bell ringed, luckily Soobin lived like 2 minutes away from your house.

You put on the hello kitty slippers that Soobin gave to you and went down to open the door. When you open it you saw your tall, handsome boyfriend with a beautiful bouquet of yellow flowers in his hands.

“Oh Soobin” you said with a big smile. “What is this for? They are sooo beautiful.”

“I read somewhere that there is a song about giving yellow flowers to the people you love on september 21st, and of course i had to give you yellow flowers because i love you with all my heart” he said smiling, showing his cute little dimples.

“Awww that’s so cute Soob, thank you, i love you” you said giving him a kiss.

“I love you too my love”

최 연준 — Choi Yeonjun

“GOOD MORNING MY BEAUTIFUL SUNSHINE” said your boyfriend Yeonjun, entering your room with a song that you couldn’t recognize playing on his speaker.

It was 7am, you were still on your bed, with your pajamas on, and half sleep.

“Junnie?” you said opening slowly your eyes, adjusting to the light of the sunlight. “What are you doing? Is early on the morning.”

“Wake up Y/N, look what I bring to you” he said showing you a bouquet of yellow flowers. “This song in “Flores Amarillas” i don’t know how to pronounce it but that doesn’t matter anyway. It’s about giving yellow flowers on september 21st. And guess what? Today is september 21st and i love you.” he said hanging you the flowers and giving a kiss on your cheek.

“You’re always so cute Junnie. How did you know this?” you asked.

“I’m always searching days that have a meaning just as an excuse to give you a gift” he answered. “I know that you told me not to spend a lot of money on you, but i love you a lot and i want to give you millions of things because you deserve them all. I really love you and you are the prettiest girl I have seen, i’m just so lucky to have you.”

“Stop your gonna make me cry Yeonjun.” you said hugging him. “Thank you so, so much. I love you”

“You know i love you more” he smiled.

최 범규 — Choi Beomgyu

You were laying on your bed watching Tik Tok, you and your boyfriend Beomgyu had a date on like an hour so you had enough time to get ready.

While scrolling down on your fyp you saw a video of a woman who was explaining what was the meaning of giving yellow flowers to the people you love on september 21. Casually today was september 21st and you were also just about to see someone you love with all your heart.

Even if Beom didn’t had any idea of what were this flowers for, you decided to get up from your bed and get ready to go out. Luckily, a few streets away from your house there was a beautiful big flower store in which you could buy the flowers for your boyfriend.

You paid for the flowers and wrote a small letter that said “To the best boyfriend in the world, love you Gyu” decorated with a few hearts all around the text.

When you arrive to the park in where you were going to meet Beomgyu, you sat on a bench waiting for him to arrive. Couple of minutes later he arrived, but little did you know that he had bring you flowers too.

“I had a surprise for you” he said with his hands on his back. “Taraaan!” he smiled, Beomgyu also buy you yellow flowers.

“Awww gyu, look! I bring you yellow flowers too” you said receiving the flowers he gave you and giving him his.

“To the best boyfriend in the world” he read. “I know i’m the best boyfriend on the world” he smiled proudly. “Mine doesn’t have a letter…”

“Don’t worry about it, it was just a small detail i wanted to add”

“But I also bring you your favorite chocolates, i know you like them so i thought that with the flowers it would be a pretty gift.” he said.

“You’re really the best boyfriend in the world” you said cupping his cheeks and giving him a kiss. “I love you”

“ I love you more”

강 태현 —Kang Taehyun

You were laying on Tae’s bed, both you and him watching tik toks. A video appeared on your screen, it was about a girl who received yellow flowers from her boyfriend on september 21st, today. She explained why people were giving yellow flowers to people they love and that is also a song that talks about it. Cute, you thought.

“I’m going out for a moment” he said getting up the bed. “I’ll be right back, love you”

“I love you too”

When he got out of the bedroom you just stayed on his bed, leaving your phone and closing your eyes while Tyun comes back.

“Y/N… Y/N” a voice said shaking you softly. “I’m back”

“Taehyun?” you said opening your eyes slowly.

“Look what I got” he smiled, showing you a beautiful bouquet of yellow and white little flowers.

“No you did not” you said with excitement. “Thank you very much Tae”

“I saw you when you were watching the video about it, so I thought that it would be a pretty gesture if I gave them to you.”

“I love them, they are so pretty! Thank you very much, really. I love you” you said kissing him.

“From now on I will give flowers all the septembers 21st” he smiled. “And i love you too”

휴닝카이 — Huening Kai

It was friday on the afternoon and you just came back from school. Today you didn’t have any plans because your boyfriend Kai was on a family trip since monday.

You entered you house, passing by the living room and finally getting to your room. You opened the door and went straight to your closet to take off your shoes and the jewelry you had on.

Turning around to go to your bathroom you saw that in your chair was placed a bouquet of yellow flowers, a box of chocolates, and two little crochet bees.

You knew about the yellow flowers on september 21st, all your friends had been posting all day about the flowers their boyfriends gave them. Of course you didn’t spect to receive ones due to your boyfriend wasn’t present.

You took the flowers on your hands and read the small note they have in it.

“Even if I can’t be with you I will always express my love for you. I hope you like them, the bees were too cute for me not to buy them. Call me when you see them, I love you.”

—Kai

You took your phone out and took a picture of all the beautiful things your boyfriend gave you. And of course, you called him right after.

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Sooooooooo....

guess who got carried away and drew some fanart for your Sky oneshot?

trick question it was me. <3 love you bestie

MROW! MROW HOLY SHIT!

OH MY GOD AAAAAAAHAAHHHHHHHHH

I love it so much mrow! I’m already crying in the club and it’s only just past 7am!!!!! How dare you do this to me!!! I WEEP! (Tears of how fucking cool this is thank you oh my God)

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#4

A Tale from the Sky

So after my last one shot I made for 2021 I got a request for a continuation by the lovely @mrows-fan-works and I have to say I feel in love with the request. So here we have it, I hope you enjoy. 

Here is a link to the fic on Ao3 if you prefer to read it there! 

Happy first fic for 2022, may it lead to many more! 

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When the last of the healers finally left the room, Warriors found himself alone until the others were found, hopefully alive and in better shape than Sky was. Speaking of their Skyloftian, he looked absolutely wretched. He was pale, his lips just a touch blue at the corners but he was assured by multiple people that he was breathing just fine and that it would fade. The skin under Sky’s eyes looked sallow and waxen as well and with the clean white bandages wrapped snugly around his chest it only served to make him look even more sickly. He found himself swallowing hard as he remembered the blood that he had only just managed to slow down long enough for a medic to get there. He looked down at himself, the blood was already dried and stiff on his tunic and his beloved scarf lay on the floor, nearly completely soaked through. That would be a pain to clean. Maybe if he put it in water to soak with some soap it would be easier to remove the stubborn stains? Even as the thought crossed his mind it left, leaving him with a metaphorical monster in the room. 

He looked back at Sky, and just by looking at the sleeping hero you would never guess just how frightening he could be. He had only just managed to get back to the keep where he had left Sky, cursing himself at how long he had been away. It had taken longer than he wanted to find the corporal who was leading the defense of the keep and the monsters that got in the way only added to his irritation. 

Much too long, it had taken much too long and when he finally came back…. He swallowed as he remembered the way Sky was shaking, practically convulsing as he was surrounded by a swirling black cloud. Wizzro, that bastard had looked smug, almost feral as he moved closer ready to strike Sky down. He was just about to leap to Sky’s aid when the man had let out a roar of rage that rooted him to the spot. He had never heard a sound like that come from Sky before, never thought it could even be a possibility given his normally soft spoken nature.  

Sky was, well, he didn’t even know where to begin, he had never seen Sky that angry before in all the time he knew the sleepy head. Sky had bellowed and raged and brought down gleaming strike after strike against the monster until it was down and dragging itself away with Sky stalking after it. He hadn’t even had the power to call out to the man, was hopelessly entranced by the display playing out before him. 

“Do you know who I am? I am the first hero, chosen by the Goddess and imbued with the hero’s spirit.” He had yelled, no more like boomed and Wars had been struck dumb by the sheer power in his voice. The scene continued to play in his mind, nothing around him registered in his head as he was completely enraptured by the scene replaying before him. He blinked and suddenly he was back in the smoke filled air of the keep, watching as Sky plunged the master sword through Wizzro’s back and twisted it cruelly as the monster screeched an unholy noise. 

“I am a slayer of a God, I have killed the very incarnation of hate and lived to tell the tale. Now tell me, what are you to a God slayer?” Sky had hissed, and even though it was quietly spoken Wars had trembled as if the very ground itself had tried to rend itself asunder. It was so callous, so cold even as his voice had been filled with burning hot rage. Wars mind could scarcely put the image of Sky as he was during that battle to the one he always knew. The two versions of Sky were so completely opposite that it was like staring into an alternate reality. He had snapped back to himself when Sky turned around, and offered him a sheepish smile and the blood, oh Goddesses above. 

“I guess you saw that huh?” 

Oh he had seen it all. 

“What? No I’m fine Wars this isn’t even my blood,” 

Sky wasn’t fine and the longer he stood there doing nothing the less likely he was going to be able to save him. He had to move. Now. 

“I’ll be fine Wars, Just need a quick nap.”

By the three, please no. Please.  

It was a blur from there. Just red seeping into blue, and pale skin going paler by the second and desperation. He felt himself starting to hyperventilate and he dug his fingers into his pant legs, too scared to reach out and touch Sky’s sleeping form. Never once had he been this terrified of another person. But what was he scared of? This was Sky, he knew Sky. Was it the injuries? Was it the way he looked so fragile now after the utter unworldly display of power he had shown not hours before? Whatever it was he was on the verge of quaking now. 

“God slayer,” Wars whispered to the silent room and the words seemed to call back to him and settle into his bones. God slayer, that was what Sky had called himself. Memories from a warm sunny day outside of Wild’s home, surrounded by the children of his village now settled in and filled his eyes. Sky had looked… Remorseful? Bitter? Both? 

“Oh Gods can die, just be glad all they left behind this time were bones,” Sky had said as he had tossed what remained of his apple away. He recalled the way Sky’s warm face had twisted and the vision shattered before his eyes leaving him back in the sick room. He was left struggling to put pieces together of a clearly incomplete puzzle that was the Skyloftian, the whole thing was maddening. There was clearly another side to his brother that he had not seen until now and he was dying to know more. There was a slight movement on the bed and Wars glanced over, mind still miles away as he studied the movement blankly. 

“I wasn’t fast enough, too late… Heh, what else is new? But now you… All suffer for it,”  

Wars snapped back to himself so quickly his head spun and he nearly toppled off his chair when he came eye to half lidded and distant eye with Sky. He was breathing heavily, his hands tightening in the sheets that were draped across his lower body. Wars watched as his eyes moved sluggishly around the high vaulted ceilings and he was fairly certain that anything Sky was seeing was not actually registering in his mind.  

“Sky?” Wars whispered but hesitated to move his chair any closer to the bed. Sky sniffled and sighed before he let his head fall to the side to look at him. Wars could just make out Sky’s sapphire blue eyes peeking out from underneath his thick eyelashes. The dark, almost bruised like skin that clung underneath his bottom lids only made the blue of his eyes stand out in stark relief. Sky blinked at him lazily, grimaced and made to clutch at his chest, the pain obvious on his face. Before he knew what he was doing, Wars had scooted his chair closer and grabbed Sky’s hand, holding it tightly so that he wouldn’t tug at the bandages. 

“Hey now, none of that,” He scolded lightly and was graced with a barely audible sigh. 

“Hurts,” Sky mumbled and Wars gave his hand a soft pat in understanding. 

“Do you need me to go get a healer? They can get you something for the pain,” He offered, the words scarcely out of his mouth before Sky was shaking his head in the negative. To Warriors dismay he was trying to sit up.

“No, no, Don’t go… Not yet, I have to explain,” Sky panted as he continued to struggle to sit up fully. 

“No you don’t have to, no wait,” Wars started but quickly gave up when Sky continued to struggle. 

“Fine alright, just stop trying to sit up,” He snapped and to his relief Sky let himself drop back down to the mattress, and Wars could feel the tremor in Sky’s arms from the strain. 

“I’m sorry Wars, I owe you an… e-explanation… An apology… I am ”  Sky slurred and Wars felt himself stiffen. 

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Yahahaha! You’re clogging my damn vacuum find a new spot to hide damn you.

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Earth day appreciation post! Have some pictures from my rambles in the woods!

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ALRIGHT HERE WE GO!

I wanted to draw my blorbo, Hiri in her elder clothes! This is my interpretation of what the elder Sheikahs would look like/wear. The only thing you can see is that they also wear earrings. But the spooky vibe spoke to me so here we are.

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AAAAAAAAAAYYYY not a bad year I think

[elleoir]

Unknown season 1 episode 1

???: Y/N! Y/N! Come back please come back to us we missed you.

Y/N: *Woke up from her dream while panting while holding her chest looking around*

Uhh! Why do I always have this weird dreams.

A/

n: She stands up and goes to the bathroom does her morning routine. She came out with a towel wrapped around her. She was walking to her closet when the room door burst open. She turnaround to see her mom

Y/m : Honey!!

Y/n What do want mom

Y/m: Hey!! Don't talk to me like that am your mother

Y/n: Sorry mom but it 7am, why are you in here and in my room

Y/m: Sorry but my bf is coming today for lunch* she said while turning around happily*

Y/n: Finally am going to see the person who blinded my mother with love that she couldn't come for my school event

Y/m: First of all I told you I was sorry and umm h-h-h-h-he'skidsarecomingto*she said really fast*

Y/n: WHAT YOU NEVER TOLD ME THE HAVE KIDS

Y/m: To be honest I just told your two days ago

Y/n: Fair but not the point

Y/n: No no it's okay as long as your happy

Y/m: Btw Eun woo is downstairs

Y/n: Okay let change, also mom am going to Yeji restaurant from there to the  company

Y/m: Okay wear cloth and come downstairs and come back before 4 him and he's children are coming at around 3

                                She then came down stairs wearing this:                  

???: Hey is my cute lil sis ready

Y/N: Oppa* she said while she ran to him and hugged him*

Eun woo: Are you ready and isn't the dress too short

Y/N: No let me get me get my food and come you wait in the wait in the car for me okay

Eun woo: Sure thing Princess

Y/M: You guys are so unbelievable just last night you both were fighting likecat and dog ready to kill each other.

Y/N: Oh about that , I told myself that I might as well play stupid to talk to you

Eun woo: My dear stupid sis you don’t need to play stupid you are already one

Y/N: You're so unbelievable* she said walking out with a croissant in her mouth an apple juice in her hand.

Eun woo: Hold up!* leaves running out*

Y/M: oh this kids

                                          Meanwhile in the Kim mansion                                      

Mr. Kim: Guys I have an important news to  for you guys

San: Let me guess you're getting married and you want us to have dinner with her and her and her children * He said sarcastically

Mr. Kim: Wow San you guessed right

Everyone expect Mr. kim: WHAT THE HELL

Jin: This is some kind of sick joke right

Jennie: What the hell Dad have you forgotten about mom and Y/N

Jungkook: Can we not talk about this* on the verge of crying*

Hyunjin: // Am going to kill her and her mother fucking children//

Mr. Kim: You're not going to anyone Hyunjin

Hyunjin: Get the fuck out of my brain dad don't you know what is called privacy

Mr. Kim: No I won't now we are going there around three pm

Everyone expect Mr. Kim: Sure

Mr. Kim: In the meantime let go to a restaurant for breakfast and then meet at the address am sending to you right now at 3pm sharp

                                 SO THERE IN THE CAR IT A 1 HOUR DRIVE                                

A/n: So while there in the car let me get your brains ready for some confusion, So this story is a bit complex but as we dive deep were going to uncover everything but for now all you should know is that it a supernatural kind of fan fiction and everyone inside this ff everybody has magic in here different which we will get in and Y/N knows this so is everybody has powers apart from Y/N.

A/N: SO which Y/N

                               Y/N'S POV :

We arrive at the restaurant and started talking while trying to find a particular person btw Y/N always wears face mask in public for she is also a Kpop idol

Y/N: This place is busier than usual today

Eun woo: Yeah your right

Y/N: ohh there's Yeji

Eun woo: Yeji

 He walked up to Yeji and about to kiss her but then I stopped them from going any further

Y/N: Ayy guys go get a room* Yeji suddenly pushed him being a blushing mess while being embarrassed*

Yeji: Not now Bae, am really busy and all the staffs are really occupied so will you help please

Both: Sure no prob

Yeji: Great Y/N you're on counter duty Eun woo you will take the orders and you guys should hold yourselves

Yeji: Alright?

Y/N: Sure

Eun woo: But I don't wanna take order

Y/N: Come on stop acting like a big spoilt baby

Eun&Yeji: Please Y/N we owe you

Y/N: Uhh fine which table should I do first

A/N: So when she did few tables, she was standing at the counter talking to Eun woo when Yeji said she should go to table 9 of the private room(away from the public) that there really potential client/ costumers so she walked up there with an Ipad waiting for them to give the order.

Y/N: Good day and welcome to xxxx restaurant What would like to have?

A/N: As they were giving their orders Y/N was typing and thinking and if you've not figured this is the sign that someone is thinking"//"

Y/N: // Oh F*uck you Yeji and Eun woo you both owe me starting with an apology now am freaking late I will never stop here especially when it this busy I have learnt enough and you Cha fucking Eun fucking woo wait till we get home

                           Suddenly Y/N felt water all over her cloth                           

Jennie: Aren't you paying attention, you're supposed to take orders not lost in space

Y/N: Am so sorry for my inconvenience mam

Lisa: Tch Now take our orders and get out I don't ever want to ever see your face and your cheap clothing

A/N: Btw Mr. Kim had to leave an important work so left his children, The siblings didn't want to eat again since is past time so the just left it and all of them went outside the private room when the saw this

Yeji: Oh my God Y/N am so sorry

Y/N: No it okay

Yeji: What about the meeting it so important to you so why don't we exchange cloths I won't mind

Y/N: Heck yah, the meeting is important that why I never come unprepared* with that she removed the cloth she was wearing to reveal an office like attire*

Yeji: Your such a crazy bitch aren't yah* she said while smiling

y/N: But you love this crazy bitch anyways, I gotta run before mom ask me to go back home*With that I left in my motorcycle that I got while I was talking to Yeji and I zoomed of

                                              Now back in the café A/N POV

Eun woo: Damn she got something

Yeji: Yeah sometimes I wonder if she is actually your sister

Eun woo: He-

A/N: Anyways with the Kim's that just watch everything

Jongho: Damn she got you guys good* says with a little chuckle*

Jenlisa: Oh shut up

Jennie: Am going to talk to the owner to fire her immediately

A/N: Then she walked up to the counter to the counter with others behind, Btw there wearing face masks.

Jennie: Hey!! Where's the owner here

Eun woo: Please w-* get cut off by Yeji*

Yeji: That will be me

Yeji: That will be me will you like anything

Jennie: Well you employee is disrespecting me and my siblings* she said in an angry tone*

Yeji: Which one let me caution him/her

Jennie: You're going to fire her

Yeji: O my am so sorry but she doesn't walk here she just volunteered to help because all the staffs were super busy

Jennie: Where ever she works am going to find her and fire her

Eun woo: *Laughs a little but everyone noticed it*

Jennie: What so funny huh

Eun woo: No nothing am just- got to go bae* she kissed her checks and walked out

Lisa: Are staff supposed to have relationship with the manager?* angry tone*

Yeji: Uhh his not a staff he just helping me

Rose: This is pointless let just go guys

A/N: Jin pays and walks out followed by others, now skip to 5

                                     Y/N'S Pov

Y/: * I just got back from a meeting and am going for a photoshoot at 6 so I gotta hurry and get my ass out here

Y/N: Mom!! Wears that asshole I call a brrother let me give him a piece of my fis-* I said while walking to the dining room but was shocked to see a man around his 40's and a lot of other people which I remembered some from the restaurant// The can't all be siblings right nah no way//

Y/N: A piece of my love

Y/M: Why are you late and where is Eun woo?

Y/M: I told you we have guests

Y/N: Sorry mom I had some important meeting and I was delayed by some people* I said the last part while looking at jenlisa and the just rolled the eyes*

A/N: Few minute Y/N sat down next to an empty space not near any of the siblings, that when Eun woo came from upstairs

Eun woo: What all the commotion about mom* he said half wake while coming downstairs*

Y/N: Just sit and what in the world did you do with your hair that I didn’t even need to touch it

Eun woo: Oh keep your mouth shut* he said while taking a sit beside me*  

                                 This is what he wore and looks like                                                      

Y/N: Are some of them cousins* I said whispering to Eun woo

Eun woo: I don't know probably but if they are, there parent made a whole football team with even substitute. Am so motivated to do more* He said whispering to me*

Y/M: Stop talking and Y/n remove your face mask

Y/n: Mom can I remove it when were about to eat

Y/m: Sure

Mr. Kim: That a nice name

Y/n: tha-* Then some cut me off saying*

Wooyoung: She doesn’t deserve that name

Felix: Yeah your right

San: Do you know what we do to people who bear that name we-

Mr. Kim: Shut up all of you and just introduce yourselves

San: Uhhhhh boring

Jin: Am Jin* Cold tone *

Yoongi: Am Yoongi * cold tone*

Namjoon: Am Namjoon * cold tone *

Hoseok: Am Hoseok * cold tone *

Jimin: Am Jimin and don't talk to me * cold tone *

Taehyung: Am Taehyung * cold tone *

Jungkook: Am Jungkook * Cold tone *

Bts: And we are Bangtan Soyedon (Bts)* The said while removing there face mask*

Eun woo: Oh you guys are that boy group Y/N always talks about

Y/n:// This isn't how I planned to meet them or even talk to them, why is the universe always on my side next you will tell me there skz or ateez or even blackpink//* At that she pouted cutely*

Bts&Ateez&Skz&Blackpink: Why do I feel some kind of feeeling in me uhh whatever

Y/n: You guys look so different from tv

Eun woo: I pity for people like Y/n you guys are all smiley smiley on tv but in reality your cold and rude

Y/n: First of, it called armies.

Y/n: Second why are you so straight forward

Eun woo: Well suck it up lil sis

Y/n: You crazy bastard how dare you

Eun woo: you B-I-T-C-H

Y/n: Oh look whose calling me a female dog at least I don't sneak yeji to do some dirty things

Eun woo: Y our just jealous cause your still single

Y/n: Am single and am happy and atleast I don't fuck 7 days a week, gosh I need to save Yeji from you before she start using wheelchair.

Y/m: That enough even tho Y/n got a point there let them continue introducing themselves

Seonghwa: Am Seonghwa* Cold tone *

Wooyoung: Am Wooyoung and you and your bitchy sister stay away from me* He said while pointing at both of us*

Y/n: Oh my gosh Eun woo we just found the new plague.

Eun woo: Should we call the museum or call upon Jesus Christ* sorry for those with different religions*

San: Am San or you can call me your worst nightmare

A/n: Btw am not going to be writing cold tone but they are in a cold tone I will tell you when it not cold

Mingi: Am Mingi

Yeosang: Am Yeosang

Hoongjoong: Am Hongjoong

Jongho: Am Jongho

Yunho: Am  Yunho

Ateez: And were Ateez * They said taking there masks of *

Eun woo: Are all of you Kpop groups

Mr. Kim: Yeah they are Bts, Ateez, Stray kids and Blackpink

Y/n: No fair

Eun woo: Yeah all the groups you simp for are like this in reality that just cold I almost feel bad for you but on the bright side you Don’t get to lose your voice shouting BTS aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh*he said while mimicking me*

*

Bangchan: Am Bangchan:

Changbin: Am Changbin

Minho: Am Minho

Hyunjin: Am Hyunjin

Felix: Am Felix

Seungmin: Am Seungmin

Han: Am Han

Jeongin: Am Jeongin

Skz: And were Skz * They said while taking there masks of *

Jisoo: Am Jisso* She said her name but I felt pain as she was saying her name but also in a cold manner *

Rose: Am Rose

Lisa: Am Lisa

Jennie: Am Jennie and welcome to hell

Y/n: Tch

Y/m: You guys should introduce yourselves

Eun woo: Am Y/n

Y/n: *He said my name in a sassy voice which I don't sound at all while stretching it* And am Eun fuck/fucking woo.

Eun woo: How dare you

Y/n: *I remove my face mask and stick my tongue out *

Lisa: Wait are you Y/n as in the kpop idol xxxxx

Y/n: Yeah that my stage name

Lisa: Well thanks

Y/n: For?

Lisa: Making me hate her

Y/n: I don't give a damn about you and you hate

Lisa: F**k you!!

Y/n: No you go f**k yourselves * I said while showing the middle finger *

Lisa: Uhh whatever

A/n: As everyone was eating not so in peace that when Y/n checked the time and it reads 5:50pm and with that she stood up.

Y/m: Y/n what Happened

Y/n: I have a very important meeting

Y/m: Right now?

Y/n: Ye-* I got cut off by my phone ringing and I picked it up and lifted the call without looking at the id*

Y/m: And she didn’t check the id

Eun woo: And she didn't check the id

A/n: The both said at the same

???: Hi Y/n

[vibesandwonders]

“The what?”

“The Lord of the Rings,” Sam stops dead, and jogs back to him, “You serious? You said you read the Hobbit?”

“Yeah?”

“JRR Tolkien?”

“Yes.” Bucky runs a hand through his hair and sighs.

“But you don’t know The Lord of the Rings?”

“If you keep repeating it, maybe it’ll catch this time.”

Sam’s mouth falls open, “Mother of— they froze you before Lord of the friggin Rings?”

Bucky blows out a blast of annoyed air and moves to run, Sam grabs his forearm, “Stop that, we’re talkin—“

“—We are running.”

“Not anymore,” Sam leans his weight on Bucky and laughs, “Shit. I always forget that they popsicled you,” He shakes his head, “Tolkien, he wrote the Hobbit yeah, but like… ten years later he wrote a Trilogy, the Trilogy, like, the one to rule them all.”

“Are they any good?”

Sam practically squeals with laughter, his arm still looped inside Bucky’s, “Yes.” He says, emphatically, grinning so much that Bucky is tempted to smile back, almost, “The movies are good too.”

“Movies?”

“Moving pictures?” Sam grins wider, “Talkies?”

Bucky tilts his head, rolls his eyes, already ready to run again, Sam’s having none of it, he starts pulling Buck back the way they came,

“What about the run?”

“This,” Sam insists, “Is more important, we gotta head back,”

“It’s 7am.”

“Exactly, which means we’ve got time to hit the store on the way home,”

“Why?”

“Provisions, we’re gonna be busy all day, we need to have snacks and keep hydrated.”

“What?”

“Extended editions baby, this is a 12-hour Lord of the Rings lockdown,” He grins at Bucky, “Consider yourself absolutely blessed that I was nerdy as hell in high school. I gotta text Torres, tell him we are taking the day off.”

“You’re taking a day off, from being Captain America?”

“He’ll understand.”

~ Hours later~

“Bucky,” He sighs, and plants his palms on the kitchen countertop, “James Buchanan Barnes,” Nothing.

He takes his phone out and pauses the damn TV,

The man in question rotates very slightly, his eyes wide, red, in shock, also as pissed as Sam had quite possibly ever seen him, including the time he was kicked off a domestic flight home because of his ‘metal arm’.

“You good?” Sam asks,

“So they just left him? After he sacrificed himself to get them out and across the bridge of Khazad-dûm and away from the Balrog?”

Oh Jesus,

“The bridge of Khaza—" He stops himself, chuckles, can't help it, he shouldn't surprised by this and yet, "Yeah man, they couldn’t—“

“What? Walk out there and grab his hands? There were eight men,” He shakes his head incredulously, “Bilbo’s nephew, wouldn’t walk twenty feet to save Gandalf?”

“Wait wait, Are you crying man?” He smirks, teasing, “There are two and a half more movies to go Buck, and you’re already out here cryin’ your ass off, you gotta chill—“

Bucky regards him sourly, “Have you even read the Hobbit?”

“Not even gonna dignify that kinda hostility with an answer James.”

He unpauses the tv and digs through the fridge, a moment later, the TV pauses again,

“Sorry.” Bucky mutters, “I uh, I’m enjoying them.”

“I can tell.” Sam says, and again, a grown-ass man getting way too sucked in to a High Fantasy trilogy 60 years late shouldn’t be damn adorable, but it is, “You hungry, oh member of the fellowship?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, turns back around,

“Is there coffee?”

Sam grins, and starts filling the water kettle.

“We, are gonna take a break.”

Bucky spins, finger already on the remote to jump to the next movie, Sam shakes his head.

“You haven’t eaten yet, and this is our…shit, third pot of coffee.”

“But they’re taking the hobbits to Isengard.”

Sam cackles, “Yeah, you are indeed correct, that is happening, but, we got 8 more hours of cinematic masterpiece, and you— are gonna eat somethin’”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Would Aragorn not sustain himself while trying to rescue Merry and Pippin?” He asks dramatically,

Another eyeroll, but he stands and stretches, folding one of the new blankets that had somehow started appearing randomly inside his apartment.

“How do you feel about cookies?”

He watches the top of his head twist, but Bucky’s eyes don’t leave the screen, “Thought we were eating lunch?”

Sam laughs, “Thai?”

He texts Sarah, attaches a picture of Bucky swathed in a blanket, staring in fascination at the TV.

“He’s never seen Lord of the Rings.” And then a bunch of laughing emojis.

“So where’s Rohan in relation to Mordor?” Bucky asks over the top of the couch, “They keep talking about the Gap of Rohan, but then…”

“Google it.”

“You’ve got your phone.” Bucky argues, “Do library books still have the maps in the back nowadays?”

Sam’s already got his app open, Complete Works of JRR Tolkien, Hardback

He swipes and makes sure they have maps— New York freakin City, it’ll be delivered before they finish the second one.

“Sam needs to kill Gollum.”

He looks up at the mention of his name, grinning at the screen, then back at the microwave: he lost rock, paper, scissors, so popcorn’s on him.

“Smeagol?”

Bucky purses his lips, unimpressed, “He is clearly untrustworthy, “

“Sam’s also a little jealous of Frodo’s attention, they’ve been one-on-one for a while now,”

“I guess,”

“Frodo also sees a lot of himself in Smeagol, what he could have become…”

Bucky pauses the movie, “they’ve still got those elf-blades.” He mutters, “He’s talking to himself, and creeping off in the night, Sam should kill him, and tell Frodo he found him that way.”

“He was Aragorn’s best friend,” Bucky murmurs, his voice is a little choked up, “He came to defend the men of Rohan.”

“Mmmhmm.”

Sarah’s texted him back:

“Oh god, you found another geek.” She says, “Are ya’ll gonna like have a Star Trek themed wedding?”

Bucky’s got the second book open across his knees, his fingers holding it open so he can occasionally frown down at the maps.

“He died protecting him.”

“They had a bond.” Sam agrees, “Read the appendices, there’s loads more about the elves. Just wait until you get deep in the Silmarillion.”

“Yeah.” Bucky says, only half-listening, “Starting to think his ‘heir of Gondor’ schtick is getting old, man can’t even protect his friends— and where is Gandalf?”

“Are you shitting on Aragorn? Son of Arathorn?”

Bucky shrugs, “Just seems like he’s avoiding his calling, what he’s good at, born to do… running from it, cause he’s scared.”

“It’s a lot of responsibility he didn’t ask for.” Sam replies mildly,

“Tough shit. Sometimes you just gotta use the cards you’re dealt.” Bucky stands, “I gotta pee.”

“You think I should grow my hair out?”

Sam hides his grin, making an effort not to stare at Aragorn on screen, who is currently smoldering with the best of them,

“I think you should do whatever makes you happy, Buck.” He takes a sip of his coffee (decaf this time) and stares fondly (not really) at the side of Bucky’s face. Sure, he’s distracted, but at least this time it’s not damn mission files.

Buck grunts, they’re sprawled next to each other on the couch, knees touching, blankets shared and spread between them. Between bathroom breaks and Sam occasionally poking Bucky to make sure he was still breathing, personal space had become even less of an issue than usual. Not that Sam was terribly bothered by it. They’re roommates, sorta? Partners?

A couple of guys.

“So, Arwen or Eowyn?” Bucky asks, still unblinking, Sam is pretty sure he unleashed a monster, cause this boy is a nerd. He’s already googled other trilogies, on Sam’s phone. Sam is pretty sure movie night might become a thing.

Buck’s still waiting on his answer, it’s a timeless question to be sure, Sam pretends to ponder it.

“Eomer actually.” He says, keeping his eyes on the screen, “Loyal, strong, and the man knows how to ride.”

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[svnhos]

Diary - Vernon (A)

Genre: Angst

Warnings : suicide , self harm , bullying

Choi y/n that’s a girl who always walks around with a diary in her hands , when you hear diary it’s not the gushy cute stuff where the diary is about boys makeup girls no her diary is very special , it holds secrets that nobody knows . Let’s go threw a few notes

Day one 1

Dear diary

Wow this feels kinda weird writing in this erm uh hi I’m Choi y/n and this is day 1 of my diary

Erm today of all days was quiet which is unusual I also got to hang out with my amazing best friend Vernon.

But all he did was talk about his ‘amazing’ girlfriend which is not so amazing she’s actually really toxic and not a nice person.

School was alright no one disturbed me

But home ,home was different it was to noisy

My parents are always shouting and arguing with each other but when their not arguing they are hitting me and abusing me

You are probably thinking why don’t you stick up for yourself, we’ll I’ve tried but it resulted in me getting the worse beating of my life.

As you can see y/n isn’t living the bestest life lets skip to day 25

Today was the worse of all days vernon Ignored me and kept on glaring at me

I don’t know what I’ve done to receive this treatment, I feel so alone and depressed lately.

Looks like y/n has been going through and even tougher time today

Let’s see what she’s been up to

Y/n pov:

I just finished writing in my diary I feel so lonely vernon doesn’t want to speak to me anymore and he’s seems mad at me.

Maybe I can try and catch him tomorrow to ask what the problem is.

~time skip to tomorrow ~

It is 7am now I got dressed and ready to go to school as I am making my way through the gate I see vernon walking in

“Vernon vernon !!”

But he just started walking faster

“Please vernon can we talk?” I asked out of breathe

“What do you want to talk about freak” he said angrily

“Freak?” I said lowly “erm why have you been ignoring me ?” I said softly while looking at my shoes

“ OH don’t pretend like you don’t know what you have done I know you pushed Hannah ( his gf)and called her a whore” vernon said harshly

“What I never said any of tha-” I said but was cut off

“Stop pretending to be innocent Hannah told me everything y/n” vernon said

“Please vernon you have to believe me” I said almost on the verge of crying

“Save it y/n you betrayed me” Vernon said in an angry tone and left.

I fell down to my knees crying Hannah lied and … vernon believed her

Third person pov:

Y/n walked through the school door with fear

Everyone turned to look at her

Some turned in disgust, some turned to see whom it was, some turned to whisper to their friends about her, some just outright just glared at her

“Wow Hannah must have lied to everyone” y/n thought

She sighed holding the tears that desperately wanted to fall, she made her way to her locker as she heard the insults they were saying about her

Weirdo , nerd , freak , fake , and so on it continued

But one sentence crushed her heart so bad

“Ugh she should just end it to be totally honest. It’s not like she’s needed anyways she’s just a pain in the ass tbh” take a guess who said that yep Hannah and guess who was beside her laughing and agreeing with her while she said vernon

That crushed y/n even more, the thought that everyone would be better off without her has crossed her mind so many times.

Skip to a few weeks later:

The bullying got harsher and harsher y/n became even more depressed, harsher words where thrown at her

Y/n continued to write in her diary everyday.

But today something was different, today it would all stop, while insulted were being thrown at her she didn’t cry of flinch she simply nodded her head taking it all in

She didn’t cry when her parents hurt her she simply nodded her head

Her diary didn’t have day 90 written in it no it had

The End written

Dear the end

The time has finally come no more tears no more insults and no more people, you know I dead a long time ago, only difference now is that they’ll notice.

Thank you for being with me till the very end, The end has finally come.

Truth is I never did any of those things she said I’ve done but nobody believed me.

To everyone who bullied me, thank you

That’s all I have for you guys thank you

And to the people who brought me into this world, I am sorry for whatever pain I have caused you but now there won’t be a need to remind me how useless I am because I am going I’m sorry and thank you.

Good bye everyone.

Y/n closes her diary after finishing writing she looks at the bottle of pills next to her and takes a handful of them and swallows every single one of them taking a big gulp of water,

She starts to feel dizzy but she just invites the feeling in as her world turns black Choi y/n is finally gone.

[kooktaebear]

If Only I Knew

Status: ONGOING (this is my first AU AHHH I’m excited to write the next couple of parts, but I hope this story gets a lot of love :~>)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: Y/N abruptly moved to Seoul after spending 21 years living alone in her hometown, Busan after the death of her parents. She now discovers through her best friends that drama can be a lot to handle, but as she starts to meet new people, she discovers that she had completely forgotten an important part of her past.

Warnings: mention of guns, blood and violence,

Genre: angst, WHOLE LOT OF FLUFF, slow burn

Word Count: 3.2k

Part One:

I step out of the bus and a gust of cold wind hits my face as I board the train. Why did I think of not wearing enough layers in the middle of winter? I take my seat and look out the window to see the number of people who are about to board the train. I grab my phone and start listening to ILYSB. I like LANY, their music is perfect for travel.

I know this isn't such an interesting event in my life since I know that many other people have flown to see Seoul, capital of Korea but hey, give me a break. I’m finally going to meet my best friends after living alone for 4 years. This is what pays to be travelling, a provincial girl like me? I doubt I would ever survive the city life.

As a 2 hours pass, I wake up to hear the advisory that I’m about to reach Seoul.

I look out the window, close my eyes, and whisper.  

"Mom, Dad, I made it to Seoul."

I lost both my parents during a hostage that happened in our own home. My mom happened to answer the door and was shot first. The culprit saw me and asked me to go get my dad. At first I was confused, but it so happened that there was an issue with the family business and this guy was after the money. I was 13 at that time but I still couldn't figure out why something like this had to happen to our family. However, as soon as my dad had agreed to the terms of the killer, he pointed his gun at me and pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes to prepare myself for the pain that comes next but instead, I felt warm liquid on my hands and felt something heavy fall on me, it was my dad. I screamed at the sight of both my parents suddenly vanishing from this world, a sudden pain struck my chest and I couldn't breathe. I fall to the ground slowly losing my vision as I see the blue and red lights of police cars approaching my house.

"Miss? Are you okay miss?" the person right next to me calls my attention and brings me back to reality, "Oh, yes I'm fine. Have we arrived?" I look around to see almost everyone out of the train. "Would you need any help getting off? Are you new to the city?" the lady asks me. I shake my head and give her a smile as I head down the aisle to the exit.

I follow the rest of the passengers to exit the station as I turn my phone on to contact Jennie and Lisa, my two best friends. Their parents had offered to get us three an apartment we could all share just so that they could both keep me company. Lisa and Jennie aren't sisters if you were wondering, they just had agreed to live under one roof with me and I'm eternally grateful for that. Not to mention they’re idol trainees.

"Y/N?" I turn my head to see Lisa's straight black hair, "Lisa!!!" We both jump around and giggle, "Wait but where's Jennie?" "Oh, she's getting us another cab because your arrival got delayed." She helps grab my luggage and we both start catching up with each other, as if we’ve never spoken in weeks. This was the first time I had ever seen both Lisa and Jennie in person, all our moms were best friends when they were younger too but since we couldn't visit them often, we met and talked through video calls.

"Well if it isn't our beautiful foreign friend Y/N." I turn around and meet Jennie’s eyes, "JENNIE!!!" I run to hug her and Lisa joins in and I finally don't feel alone anymore. "Girls, the cab is waiting outside, we better hurry." On our way to our new apartment we were all catching up with each other as if we really didn't talk as much already. "Oh hey, Y/N you have to make sure that you're ready to go to school by 7am okay?" Jennie cheerfully said. I was so confused, school started at 8am so why would I have to be ready an hour before school when our place was literally like 10 minutes away. "Wait why do we have to be ready an hour before school? I know our place is like 15 minutes away from school. It's not like you guys take that long to fix yourselves up right?" Lisa and Jennie smiled at me suspiciously, "Well....Y/N you know, you may not know everything about us yet..." "What's there not to know? I've known you guys since the moment I was able to talk." Lisa elbowed me softly, "We’ve got new friends! Like actual men type of friends." My eyes opened wide despite the tiredness I've been experiencing,

How could these two end up befriending guys and just suddenly "forgetting" to tell me about it when they know and are fully aware that we all don’t normally interact with the opposite gender?  

"Fine, I'll be ready by 7am on Monday." I say as I roll my eyes, "YAYYY I'M SO EXCITEDDD!!!" both of them scream.

Ugh, 30 minutes have just passed since I arrived in Seoul and I'm already experiencing stress.

As soon as we got off the cab, both my friends had rushed to bring down all my belongings so that I could finally take a look at the place we rented out. Jennie reaches her hand out to me and in her palm, my key to our place. "Hey, have you guys figured out how we'll be getting to school on Monday?" Jennie giggles, "Y/N, you’re lucky we attend the same school. But the guys will pick us up! Plus..they promised to bring Jungkook." Jennie winks at me and flashes me her brightest smile.

Jungkook? I know I've heard that name somewhere, but I just can't remember where.

"We're here!!" The elevator door opens, "Apartment 735" I mutter to myself. I walk along the brightly lit corridor. "732....733...734..." I continue counting, "735!!" The girls rush to my side, "Y/N, this is your first time in our apartment, so you'll have the honor of opening the door with your key" Lisa says with a smile. I reach out for my keys, close my eyes and take a deep breath before turning the key to unlock the door. I hear the light switch turn on and I open my eyes. The apartment was beautiful. I walk in to see the kitchen, it has a small island where I could serve meals to my friends. I honestly enjoy cooking to relieve myself from whatever stresses me out, whether it be school, people or something about football. I’ve loved sports for as long as I can remember but it gets frustrating since I could be quite competitive.

I walked into the next room and I saw our living room, there was a large L-shaped sofa sitting in front of a huge television. In between the sofa and TV, I saw a small wooden table that is most probably multipurpose as being both a study desk and a place to put our snacks when we binge on shows during our free days. Beside the sofa I see a balcony that showcases a beautiful scenery of the city. I walk out and feel the cold breeze on my cheeks, I look up to the sky and I see that the sky had a welcoming gift for me as well. The stars greeted me as they shined brightly upon the night sky and I just can't help but admire the night sky. To my right, I see a bean bag that fits 2 people. I plop down to the bean bag and stargaze for a while.

Mom? Dad? I know you can hear me, I promise I'll make you proud, I'll succeed here in Seoul and become a great doctor.

"Y/N?" I snap back to reality and see Jennie’s head appear, "You haven't even seen your room yet! Come onnnnn!!" I stand back up and follow the girls in another small hallway, there I see 3 doors. "So basically, it's not that we don't want you to have your own room but we wanted one room to be our sort of walk-in closet because I mean who has not dreamed of having one?" I open the first door I see and the place is indeed full of clothes. There were 3 closets in the room, each of the closet doors have our first name initials on it to indicate who owns which closet. I laugh at my best friends, we all enjoy watching all those Barbie movies where they have spectacular closets and I guess you can say that this is the closest we can get to our childhood dreams.

I walk out of the room and take a few steps into the hallway. Lisa rushes to get past me and hold the doorknob, "Okay Y/N, this room is a little different. I know it's not really our style whatsoever but we created a study room." I scrunch my eyebrows, "A study room? Really now? For all of us or for me?" Lisa tucks a stray hair into her ear, "Well, more for you than for us since we know how hard you work and how much more you'll be working to get into med school. But it's a double purpose for a practice room for us too!" I take a step back to look at both my best friends and their grinning faces,

What did I do to deserve these two psychos in my life?

I call them in for a group hug, "You guys, I know you want to make me feel like there's nothing missing anymore in my life and I love you guys for that. I hope you all still remember I'm not a robot though and even if I'll be working hard to get into med school, I'll still be around to party and experience what any normal teenager should be experiencing." I hear Jennie sniffling at my right, "Aw Jen" I rub her back soothingly, "We know that Y/N, we just want the best for you too. We'll always be here rooting for you any time." We all take a step back, "Okay!" Lisa says, "Guys, it's our first night in our own apartment and we're already crying." Everybody laughs, "So I guess this last room is our room?" "It sure is." Jennie opens the door and I see three twin beds side by side. Just like our "walk-in closet" our first name initials are hanging above our head, brightly lit to recognize who owns which bed. I see my initial on top of the bed that lies in between both Lisa and Jennie's.

I drop my luggage off at our closet area and plop back down into the bean bag on the balcony. I take a deep breath in and close my eyes.

This is the start of my new life.

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"Take my hands now, you are the cause of my euphoria"

I woke up to the sound of Euphoria, my favorite song in the whole wide-

"WHEN I’M WITH YOU I'M IN UTOPIA"

And of course, the voices of my two best friends singing their hearts out and getting the lyrics messed up.

"Y/N!!! Come on!! It's your first day of school. Did you forget about our breakfast plan?"

Right. Their so-called "breakfast plan" before school. I stand up from my bed and stretch a little before I start making my bed. I stop by the closet first and pick my outfit for today, I pick out a tied crop top, white sneakers, and jeans. I grab my bathrobe and head to the bathroom. I step into the shower and play some music that would help wake me up and get ready for the day. As I continue to wash my hair, I hear a knock on my door, 

"Y/N! Are you done?!!" 

I roll my eyes. Jeez, they finally got themselves guy friends and now they're going crazy about finishing on time. I wrap a towel around my head to dry my hair. I head back to our dressing room and open my luggage. As I look for my blow dryer and straightener, Lisa barges into the room, 

"Y/N Y/L/N, you seem to be too relaxed this morning. You have 30 minutes left to get ready and if you're not ready by then I'm going to drag you to the car." "Don't worry Jen, I'll be done on time. Now can you please stop bothering me so that I can start dressing up?"

I quickly blow dry my hair and put it up in a messy bun. With the remaining time left, this is the best I can do to tame my natural curls. I look at myself in the mirror and check to see if something is missing. I reach out to get my makeup bag and I put on a little blush and add a little lip tint. I search through my accessory bag and look for my small stud earrings. I get my glasses from the table and look at myself in the mirror once more. I'm ready for my first day of school. I leave the dressing room and meet my best friends in our kitchen. 

"Oh my goodness Y/N, let's go! We're already 5 minutes late." I grab the schoolbag I prepared last night before heading to bed and leave the apartment. We head to the basement by elevator since Lisa got her license just recently. "Wait Lisa, if you had your license already by the time you picked me up, why did you guys use a taxi to pick me up?" "Oh, uh..I was too lazy to drive that late at night so I just got us a taxi." She starts the car and we head to the exit.

It was my first time ever seeing Seoul in the morning light, the sun hit the skyscrapers so beautifully that it was as if the city was welcoming me as their new citizen. Numerous cars were already out by the time we hit the road because of the rush hour most of them were experiencing. Our school, Seoul National University was just 10 minutes away, our apartment was located a couple blocks away As I was looking out the window, I saw some sort of diner come into view. It looked huge for my definition of a diner since I always saw diners as small joints made for meals, but this diner was different. As Lisa pulled up in the parking area I could see a little bit of the inside, students like us were dining in there as well and there seemed to be a game room on the other side of the dining area.  It's around mid-February so the breeze was still cool, Busan was a little warmer during the winter so I had to find a way to adjust to the cooler weather in the city. As my friends and I make our way to the entrance, I notice three heads that turn our way. As we enter the diner however, the smell of freshly made bread, waffles, and eggs hits me and I feel my mouth water. I've been starving and I couldn't wait to try whatever the diner had been serving.

I see three boys in a booth and I make eye contact with one of them, the weird thing is...I felt butterflies in my tummy. I've seen those eyes somewhere, he feels familiar which is of course impossible because I've never met these people in my entire life.

I've never had any guy friends at all. I've always thought about making my parents proud and everything so I focused on getting good scores on all my tests so that I could get into med school. This is all so new to me...having friends of the opposite species. I mean okay, I've watched rom-coms and movies that revolve around love, seeing your friends being treated the way I see couples act in the movies is something I never thought I would be interacting with boys at this point of my life.

"Y/N? Earth to Y/N!" I snap back to reality as Jennie calls my attention. "This is Jimin, Taehyung and the guy still sitting in the booth is Jungkook." Jungkook? I think I know a Jungkook from back home but it's still pretty hard to remember a lot of things. "Sorry, I'm being rude." Jungkook stood up and walked to me, "Jungkook." He held out a hand for me to shake, "Y/N." I say in reply. As our hands touch, there's a familiar warmth that gives me goosebumps. I quickly try to mask the reddness in my cheeks. We all take a seat in the booth and based on the impression of these boys, they seem like athletes. "Hey Y/N," Jimin says, "You should try their Bacon and Waffles here. They sell out like crazy in the mornings." I take a quick glance on the menu and scan quickly for the meal Jimin was talking about. I raise my hand excitedly to call in the waitress to take our orders, "1 Bacon and Waffles, 2 Pancakes and, 3 orders of the Waffles and Chicken all with Orange Juice on the side." The waitress says, "Thanks." I give her a smile in return.

I glance back at my friends after giving the waitress the menu I was holding, Jungkook and I make direct eye contact, his big brown doe eyes, another flood of goosebumps crawl on my skin as he turns away to talk to Taehyung. Why is it that Jungkook looks at me as if he’s seen me before?

The waitress returns with the orders and I start to take a bite off my first meal of the day.

“So Y/N, how was your first night in the city?” Taehyung asked as he picked a strawberry off one of the pancakes, “I stayed up in the balcony just looking at the city lights, the stars were very bright last night. I couldn’t stay up for so long though, it got really cold.” “Y/N loves gazing at stars, she used to try to make Jen and I see the stars in Busan every time we video called.” Lisa says giggling, Jimin gasps and turns to point at Jungkook while eating his waffle, “Jungkook used to drag us out of our homes just to meet at a park to stargaze!” Jungkook shyly looks away and takes a sip of his juice, “Yah” he finally speaks, “You make me sound like a really weird kid Hyung” I laugh at his statement, “Don’t be too embarrassed Kook, looking at the stars are my favorite past time” He tenses up with the nickname as he looks at me, I realize I just gave this guy a nickname on the first day we met. Shit. “Uh, is it okay that I call you Kook?” He nods in return as a smile crept onto his face.

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[solarune]

flowers in your hair

part of @neo-cult-ure​‘s colours collab! | masterlist + prologue

pairing: lee taeyong x fem!reader (feat. a nosy lee donghyuck, childhood best friend quian kun, and college best friend/co-worker johnny seo)

genre: fluff, soulmate au, florist au, coffee shop au, idiots (literally) to lovers

warnings: taeyong being too cute to be real, florist!taeyong, coffee shop owner!reader, donghyuck is annoying, reader has a nightmare, switches to taeyong’s pov for one part

word count: 10,577

summary: what you know about your soulmate taeyong in the 6 years that you’ve known him: he has 6 tattoos but is already planning on getting 4 more, he loves his dog ruby very much, he has only ever shared his banana bread recipe with one person (you), his mom makes the best kimchi jjigae in the entire world, his favorite color is pink, and he is the man of your dreams. literally.

what you don’t know about taeyong: what he looks like.

what you know about the owner of the new flower shop across the street: he has light brown hair, he’s a caffeine addict (if his cousin donghyuck picking up coffee 5 days a week says anything about it), and he is your enemy by association (according to kun). 

what you don’t know about the florist: his name.

a/n: i’ve wanted to write a florist!taeyong fic for the longest time and i finally got to!! thank you so much to @neo-cult-ure​ for reaching out to me to be part of this collab and please please please check out the rest of the fics because they were all written by some really talented writers!! thank you to @jungwoohoos​ for checking this fic over as she’s done with my others ily. hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated :-)

When you open your eyes, you can’t help but feel like something is off. You can’t quite put a finger on it but something feels strange. But perhaps it was that strange dream that you had last night. Something about picking a color and finding your soulmate? The details of the dream were already escaping you but it doesn’t matter because you have to start getting ready for school-

Wait. School?

You sit up in bed and realize that you’re back in your childhood bedroom. You can even hear your dad singing in the shower judging by the terrible vocals that you can hear through your closed door. But why are you at your parents’ house? You look at your bedside table and see your phone and a letter with your name on it beside it. Picking up your phone, you check the time and realize that it’s 7am but it’s the date that throws you off; it’s 8 years behind. You pick up the envelope and slide your finger under the flap, hoping that whatever was inside would help you figure out just what exactly was going on.

Dear Y/N,

You’re probably wondering what’s going on. Your memories from our reality are mixing with your memories from the reality that you’re in so life is going to be a bit confusing. Good thing I wrote this letter to explain, huh? My name is Cyan. I’m the woman you ran into and told you to pick a color to find your soulmate. Yes, that was real, it wasn’t a dream. You’re currently in an alternate universe and your goal is to find your soulmate. Once you do that, you will return back to our reality and you and your soulmate will have the memories from the alternate reality. It’s your job to not only find them in the alternate reality but in our reality as well. This sounds difficult but don’t worry. Fortunately, you and your soulmate are able to meet in your dreams. However, I don’t know the exact details about that so you’ll have to figure them out yourself. Good luck and hopefully we’ll see each other soon!

All the best,

Cyan xoxo

You sit in bed for the next 5 minutes, trying to process everything in the short letter. You have a soulmate? You’re in an alternate reality? And not only that but you’re a teenager again so now you have to go back to high school? And what about your reality? How does time work here? Is this like a Narnia thing where you’re gone for years but return at the exact moment that you left? Or are you there for a week but 10 years have passed when you go back? And what the hell did “Cyan” mean about meeting your soulmate in your-

“Y/N! Are you awake? You’re supposed to leave in 20 minutes!”

Everywhere you turned, people were always talking about soulmates. Was there ever a time that we didn’t ever know who our soulmate is? How are we able to communicate with each other in our dreams? What about the people who don’t actually end up with their soulmate in the end? But you didn’t care about that. Especially in this very moment. Soulmates, in fact, aren’t real at all.

At least, you wish they weren’t real right now.

Because then Doyoung wouldn’t have broken up with you just because he finally dreamt about his soulmate last night. You’d probably be with him right now, watching whatever cult classic movie he thinks you just have to see because you made a comment once about never watching Fight Club during 8th grade. If he hadn’t had that dumb dream, your 2 year relationship wouldn’t be a flaming pile of garbage right now and you wouldn’t have the new drugstore eyeliner that Yejin had recommended to you running down your face.

“Wanna see this video that Xiaojun sent me of his dog?” Kun asks you, effectively breaking the hour of silence that the two of you have been sitting in, the only noise coming from your spontaneous bouts of crying and the videos on Kun’s phone as he scrolls through TikTok. After seeing that state that you were in at school when Doyoung broke up with you that morning, Kun knew that he wasn’t going to leave you alone today. You turn over to face him with a sigh, your head propped up on your hand as you watch Kun’s cousin’s dog run around their living room. But even an overexcited puppy isn’t enough to lift your spirits, something that Kun notices immediately and he frowns. “Listen, Doyoung didn’t deserve you and you know that and if given permission, I wouldn’t hesitate to dropkick him for you. You’ll find your soulmate eventually, and I’m sure they’ll be everything you actually need in a partner.”

You wrinkle your nose at his words; you and Kun have been best friends since you were 5 so it’s weird to hear him saying this cheesy stuff to you sometimes. “That was really nice and I really appreciate that, Kun, but please don’t tell me that you’re about to confess your feelings to me.” You laugh loudly when your best friend shoves you, returning his glare with a smirk as you attempt to smother him in a hug. “I’ll always love you but-”

“Y/N, I’m just trying to be a good best friend,” Kun rolls his eyes as he goes back to looking at his phone. “Your life isn’t one of those fanfictions you used to read when you were 15.”

“Yeah because if it were, the universe wouldn’t have made my boyfriend of 2 years dump me the day before my birthday!”

That night, you roll over in your bed for what feels like the millionth time. You check the time on your phone again and groan at the late hour, mentally preparing yourself for the exhaustion that you’re bound to feel tomorrow. You wonder if turning 18 will feel any different. Will you dream about your soulmate tonight? Not like you’re too eager to talk to any guy in a non-platonic way but it would still be cool. You wonder what they’re like; what’s their favorite color, what’s their favorite place to go to clear their head, do they like to look at the stars just as much as you do? You feel yourself grow tired as you think about your soulmate and force yourself to not think about Doyoung, your eyes finally closing as you wonder if your soulmate likes flowers.

“Thanks for coming tonight. Want some cake?”

Someone places a slice of cake into your hands and when you look up to thank the person, all you can see are deep brown eyes. Both literally and figuratively; their eyes are very nice but they’re also blurry. You blink a couple of times and squint to get a better look at them but even when they’re standing so close to you, you can’t seem to make out any distinct features at all. You look around at all of the other partygoers and find that you can see them all just fine, so why can’t you see this person?

“My name’s Taeyong. And judging by the fact that you’re the only person in here that I can’t see, I’m going to guess that you’re my soulmate and you also can’t see me. Am I right?” they say to you, and even though you can’t see him, you can tell that there’s a smile on his face. 

You stick your hand out and, even though he can’t see you, you smile at Taeyong. “My name is Y/N.”

Taeyong shakes your hand but rather than letting go, his grip tightens ever so slightly and his hand slides across yours to grip it as he leads you away from the spot you were standing in. He takes you outside, the cool night air refreshing on your skin and the moonlight making everything glow ethereally. He sits on the grass in the middle of the yard and gestures for you to do the same, laughing quietly to himself when he sees you looking up at the night sky in awe. You take a seat next time, your eyes never leaving in the sky as you whisper, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many stars before.”

“Do you like looking at the stars?” Taeyong asks.

You nod, your gaze finally leaving the sky above you to look at the boy next to you. “They’re pretty. And they make me feel… seen. The light from those stars, which are most definitely dead by now, travelled millions of light years just for us to see them, and they see us too. I don’t really know how to explain it but looking at the stars just makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.”

“Whenever I visited my grandparents, my grandpa would take me outside and show me all of these constellations using his telescope. Everything I know about the stars and the planets are because of him.” Taeyong goes quiet and you wait. From the way he’s looking down and pulling up blades of grass, you can tell that what he’s going to say next is important. “He died when I was 16. Some drunk driver who couldn’t tell the difference between the road and the sidewalk. I was so sad after he died.” You place your hand on his knee as a sign of comfort, not wanting to push him since you two just met. He lets out a mirthless laugh and you can’t help but smile sympathetically. “I stayed with my grandma for that entire summer after it happened. One night I was using his telescope and I couldn’t get it to focus properly and I just got so mad that I broke it. I cried after that and my grandma found me the next morning, sleeping out in the yard next to the broken telescope. She yelled at me, not because I broke his telescope, but because I could’ve gotten sick.”

“He sounds like a great man,” you murmur. “I’m sure he’s proud of you and that he misses you just as much as you miss him.”

Taeyong hums beside you, the two of you continuing to look up at the stars in silence. “So,” he says loudly to break the silence. “Any sad childhood stories you want to tell me? Since apparently I’ve decided that that’s what we’re going to do the first time that we meet.”

You burst out laughing at that, and even though you just got your heartbroken, you think that having a soulmate won’t be that bad after all. “I think we’re going to have to at least be friends before I tell you all about my traumas.”

The boy beside you gets up and offers a hand down to you, helping you stand up. “Friends?” he asks incredulously. “We’re soulmates!”

“All I know about you is that your name is Taeyong and that you broke your dead grandpa’s telescope while stargazing,” you point out. 

You turn to look at him and your breath hitches, finally noticing that Taeyong is completely facing you and is standing very close to you. He takes both his hands in yours and you look up at him, and even though you couldn’t make out his facial features, you could feel his hands in yours and the warmth radiating off of him and that was enough. There’s this inexplicable pull in your stomach that makes you want to move even closer to him and just as you can feel yourself lift your foot up to take that first step, you panic and take a giant step back instead, letting Taeyong’s hands fall to his side.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong? Did I say something to offend you?” your soulmate asks, taking a step towards you but stopping when you put your hands up.

“You didn’t do anything, Taeyong, don’t worry,” you reassure him. “It’s just that…” You bite your lower lip in worry, wondering if talking about your personal life was appropriate in this situation. But he did just tell you something personal about him- “My boyfriend of 2 years broke up with me today so I’m not looking to rush into anything any time soon. I know that we’re soulmates but I need time to heal and be my own person.”

Taeyong doesn’t say anything for a bit and you wonder if you’ve told him too much. Just as you begin to think of ways to stop yourself from sleeping ever again so you don’t have to see him, he surprises you. “Out of all the people the universe could have put me together with, it just had to be you. I think we’re going to be great friends in no time!”

He holds his hand out for you and you take it, allowing him to lead you back to the party.

When you wake up, the first thing you see are the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling. Even though they’re nothing like the ones you saw in your dream, you can’t help but think of your soulmate’s grandfather. After a few minutes, you realize that you don’t remember your soulmate’s name or the story he told you about his grandfather.

“Great, so all I know about him is that he likes to stargaze with his grandpa-”

“Y/N, who are you talking to? Are you getting ready for school?”

Your meetings with Taeyong usually consist of you trying to remember at least one thing about the other, hoping that the repetition will be enough to get something to stick when you wake up that morning. The two of you are in Taeyong’s dream tonight (as you usually are since you rarely dream and if you do, usually it’s about someone trying to kill you), walking through a park full of cherry blossom trees with your arms linked together. He leads you over to a bench where you both sit in silence for a bit, the two of you lost in your own separate thoughts.

“So,” Taeyong says to break the silence. “We both leave for university tomorrow.”

You look over at him to find him already looking at you, and even though you can’t see him, you know that you share the same feelings he’s experiencing right now. “I know, it’ll be weird, right? One step closer to being in the adult world and all that. What higher power decided that I’m capable of being an adult?”

Taeyong’s hand brushes over yours and hovers hesitantly before taking it in his own. You let it happen because you know that he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just as scared as you are, so why not find comfort in the person that’s supposed to be in your life forever? You squeeze his hand and rest your head on his shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms before sighing deeply. Everything is about to change.

Your soulmate hums in consideration, shifting his body closer to you to make you more comfortable. “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to college so I can be an adult,” he confesses. “I’m going because I want to get drunk off my ass with my friends.”

You roll your eyes at his joke, sitting up straight so you could playfully shove him. “Oh shut up, Taeyong, you know you’re gonna be the best astronomer out there.”

He shrugs in response, fiddling with your hand in his lap as he looks out at the trees in front of you. “We’ll see. Life is crazy; we might end up somewhere we weren’t even expecting.”

And Taeyong was right. Life is crazy. Yours and Taeyong’s first year at university was hard. You were pursuing a major in economics while Taeyong was pursuing a major in physics with a concentration in astronomy. The two of you were so stressed your first year that you barely got to meet in your dreams because neither of you had any; you just slept. Your lives were: wake up, go to class, do work for the rest of the day, find some time to eat in between all of that, and then sleep just enough to keep you alive. 

But you knew that you couldn’t do this for another 3 years. You ended up switching to a major in food science and nutrition with a minor in business while Taeyong switched to a major in plant science. During your time at university, the two of you tried as best as you could to remember where the other went to school so you could try to meet somewhere in the middle but the most you could remember by the end of your third year was that you both go to school in Seoul.

(“You remember that we’re both in Seoul, so that’s good!” Taeyong reassures you one night as you whine about still not being able to meet each other. “We’re one step closer!”

“Yong, Seoul is huge and there’s so many universities here. How are we supposed to narrow it down?” you pout as you lean forward to rest your forehead against his chest.

Taeyong sighs and pats your head, not knowing what else to say because he knows you’re right. But he won’t give up hope; he knows he’ll see you soon. Just as he’s about to answer, the room around you goes dark and you hear the creaking of floorboards above you. He can see the fear in your eyes when he meets your gaze and his heart begins to pound. There’s a loud bang from upstairs and you immediately run out of the building you were in. 

“You know, I’m really starting to hate your dreams. Maybe this is why we can’t remember anything, because we’re too busy running for our lives like we’re in a horror movie!”

When you woke up that morning, all you could remember was that he hates being in your dreams.)

By the beginning of your last year, the two of you agreed to stop trying so hard to meet each other. You assume that the universe just isn’t ready for the two of you to meet yet so you might as well enjoy just spending time with each other. Taeyong agrees and surprisingly, it works. You start to remember more and more about him—small things like his dog’s name and that the scar next to his eye resembles a rose—so you start to write them down. You even make a list of things that happen every day that you would want to tell him just in case you see each other that night.

Last night, you finally remembered the recipe for his banana bread, something that took you nearly an entire year to learn. You grab your journal from your desk and write down the recipe, humming in satisfaction when you write down the last ingredient. You read over the other things you’ve learned about Taeyong over the years—his favorite color is pink, he has a dog named Ruby and she is one of the 4 most important women in his life (“Who are the others?” “You, my mom, and my sister obviously!”), he has 4 tattoos—and hear his voice in the back of your head from your first year reassuring you.

We’re one step closer.

You place the finished drink on the counter just as the bell above the door jingles, alerting you to your first customer of the day. “One medium iced caramel macchiato with almond milk,” you announce, holding out a straw and napkin for Kun to take as he walks up to you with half-closed eyes. “Busy night last night?” you tease him as he takes his first sip, laughing when you see his body relax at the first taste of caffeine. “That one’s on me since you look like you need it.”

“Xiaojun had his friends over last night,” Kun complains as he takes a seat at the counter to be near you, tracing the letters of the coffee shop's name that’s on the cup sleeve as he talks. “It’s nice living with him since we’re cousins and all but him and his friends are such enablers. But I beat all of them at Mario Kart last night, so it was worth it I guess.”

You hum in understanding and pick up a towel to clean off the counters, knowing that the usual morning rush would come in soon and you wouldn’t get a chance to clean when it did. “So what I’m hearing is that it’s actually your fault, is that right?”

“They’re enablers, Y/N, I’m telling you!” your best friend protests, his words a bit muffled due to the straw in his mouth as he takes another sip. “They know that I can’t resist playing Mario Kart when I’m drunk!”

“They got you drunk?” you repeat. “I’m starting to think that I don’t even know who you are anymore, Kun. Getting drunk on a Sunday night knowing you have work the next morning? Doesn’t sound like my best friend if you ask me.”

Kun rolls his eyes at you but just as he’s about to respond, the bell above the door jingles (quite violently) and another customer walks in with a “Good morning, Busy Bean!” You look up to find Donghyuck walking towards you, a wide smile on his face and his right hand hidden behind his back.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Kun grumbles, gathering up his stuff as soon as he hears the younger boy’s voice. 

You laugh at that, knowing that the only reason Kun dislikes Donghyuck is because he works for the new florist across the street. But Kun’s just funny like that sometimes. He had been the only florist in town and everybody knew about his shop, A Thousand Petals. The place was beautiful and Kun was good at what he did. But then a couple of months ago, the competition rolled in. At least, that’s what it was for him. To you, the new flower shop across the street from you meant nothing other than the fact that they had replaced the burger joint that nobody went to. And let’s just say that Kun didn’t appreciate being surprised with competition on a Monday morning while being handed his daily macchiato. You gave him free coffee for a week to make up for it.

“Bye Kun!” Donghyuck shouts happily, waving to him energetically even though your best friend only grunts in response. He walks up to the counter and reveals what he was hiding behind his back: a bundle of daisies. “Some pretty flowers for a pretty girl,” he says as he hands them over to you.

You accept them with a smile, thanking him as you put them in a mason jar in front of the register. “What’ll it be today, sunshine? The usual?” you ask, even though you’re already punching in the order for 2 iced Americanos.

Donghyuck blushes at your nickname for him and his lovestruck eyes staring at you doesn’t escape your notice. You’ve grown used to the boy’s antics and know that his flirting is meaningless. “Nope,” he replies, popping the ‘p’ as he leans against the counter. “Just a muffin please. And can I get it warm?”

You nod and put in his order, taking his cash and then smiling when you see him put the change in the tip jar. “So why no coffee today?” you ask as you put his muffin in the oven. “You guys find a place better than mine?”

The boy’s jaw drops at this, his posture straightening as he looks at you in shock. “Y/N, how dare you even suggest that. You know that there’s no coffee place better than yours!” He takes one of the flowers from the jar and starts fiddling with it, his smile widening when Johnny, one of your employees, comes out from the back. “Johnny!”

Johnny’s eyes widen at the sight of him and he freezes, his cup of coffee only midway to his mouth. “Damn, I thought you’d be gone already,” he mumbles, the two of you laughing as the boy starts fake crying. Johnny takes out the muffin from the oven and hands it to Hyuck after putting it in a bag. “Thanks for coming to The Busy Bean, we hope to never see you again.”

You push Johnny on to the floor, throwing a towel at his face as you chuckle. “Johnny, stop being mean to Hyuck and go clean the tables before Mrs. Choi complains again about them being dirty.” You ignore his noise of complaint in favor of turning back to the boy still in front of you who’s already started eating.

“His Majesty doesn’t want coffee yet,” he shrugs, crumbs falling from his mouth as he answers your question. “But you know he’s a caffeine addict so he’ll probably send me over during my lunch break.” He throws out the bag and puts the flower that he left lying on the counter back into the jar. “Speaking of which, I should probably head back. See you in a few hours!”

You wave goodbye to him and watch as he crosses the street to the flower shop. Donghyuck is an interesting kid. When you first look at him, you wouldn’t think that he works at a flower shop but you found out he’s only working there for the summer because he starts university in the fall. And his cousin’s the one that owns the place so it was a guaranteed job (“My mom and his mom actually had to convince him to let me work there but you know, I basically already had it.”). Ever since he first walked into your store, he’s been trying to set you up with his cousin, swearing up and down that the two of you would be great together. You’ve always laughed it off though since you weren’t particularly looking for anything and you weren’t about to take advice from an 18 year old.

“Here they come,” Johnny announces, running back to stand behind the counter with you as the morning rush comes in. You notice that the crowd seems to be bigger than usual and you feel nervous; The Busy Bean had just recently gone through some construction and had expanded but your new employees haven’t finished training so they can’t start working until next week. Johnny can tell that you’re nervous and places a hand on your shoulder, and when you look up at him, you see him smiling down at you. “Don’t be nervous, we’ll be fine! We always are.”

When you were in college, Johnny was the first friend that you made. Being without Kun was weird and scary even though he was only a 30 minute subway ride away from you but luckily, the boy living across the hall from you was there to provide you with company. The two of you did everything together—when you weren’t busy with labs and presentations and he wasn’t busy with his research and papers, that is. You even applied for jobs at the Starbucks on campus at the beginning of your junior year, and you were pretty sure the manager would have fired the both of you for always goofing off if you weren’t his best employees.

But the day that you knew he was going to be in your life for a long time was when you finally told him your dream of opening your own coffee shop. It was something that only Kun knew, too embarrassed to tell anyone else after your parents had told you that it would never happen. Johnny had surprised you that day, promising to be your first employee once it happened. You watch him from your place behind the coffee machine, watching him talk to Mr. Park from the restaurant that the two of you always go to with a smile on his face. Aside from Kun and your store, Johnny is all you have and when he notices you staring at him and makes a face at you, you thank the universe for putting him in your life.

“I have returned!” Donghyuck announces when he walks into the cafe, true to his word about returning during his lunch break. Behind him is a man who looks to be only a few years older than him with hair the exact same color as coffee foam. You’ve never seen him before but Hyuck apparently knows him as you watch him drag the older boy up to the counter. “2 medium iced Americanos please,” he says to Johnny in a cute voice, pouting when the man behind the register denies him his order with no emotion in his voice.

“Where’s your manager? I need to tell her you’re being mean to me,” Hyuck says as he sticks his tongue out at Johnny. You walk over with their coffee and place it down on the counter with a laugh, bumping Johnny with your hip to get him away from the register.

“Maybe Johnny wouldn’t be mean to you if you didn’t try to annoy him every time you’re here, sunshine,” you tease him as you take his money. Johnny hands them straws and napkins, making sure to stick his tongue out at the teenager in retaliation. You shake your head at him when he sees that you notice. You’re surrounded by children.

“Oh, this is the owner of The Busy Bean by the way,” Hyuck says to his cousin, smirking when he notices a blush beginning to form on his cheeks. “You know, the girl that you said you think is cute when you first saw h-”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” the older boy greets you very loudly as he cuts off Donghyuck, reaching out to shake your hand with blazing cheeks. “I’m- Uh- I-I’m TY.”

You shake his hand as you stifle a giggle, finding the blush on his face cute. Donghyuck on the other hand does nothing to hide his laugh, just narrowly avoiding an elbow in his side from his cousin. “Nice to meet you, Your Majesty. I wasn’t aware that I would be in the presence of royalty today otherwise I would have rolled out the red carpet.”

“I wasn’t aware that, uh, you have such a nice smile,” the florist compliments you, making you smile as you thank him. “Your teeth are pretty,” he blurts out and you feel your smile falter as you process the compliment. Your teeth are… pretty? Johnny and Hyuck attempt to stifle their laughter at the man’s outburst, the man in question turning red as a tomato when he realizes what he said to you. He slowly starts to back away, pulling Donghyuck by the back his shirt towards the exit as he stutters out, “U-Uh I mean- S-Sorry that was weird- You uh-”

“Watch out!” you warn him, noticing a customer looking down at their phone pushing open the door right into his back. 

TY lets out an ‘oof!’ as the door hits him, stumbling forward and tripping over his own feet to regain his balance. The coffee in his hand wasn’t so lucky however, spilling all over the floor and some of it even getting on Hyuck’s white shoes. The two of them quickly rush over to get napkins, TY sputtering out apology after apology as he cleans up the mess on the floor while his cousin whines about the coffee on his new shoes. You quickly get to work on making him a new coffee while Johnny deals with the new customer. 

The pair quickly exit after you give TY his coffee, and you’re able to hear Hyuck saying, “I’m telling your mom that you spilled coffee on my new shoes. Also who the fuck calls you ‘TY’, why didn’t you just tell your name like a normal person? I can’t believe I’m related to-” before the door closes.

“Do you think that guy’s ever gonna come back?” Johnny asks you after the customer had left, gesturing towards the flower shop. 

You can see Hyuck dancing in the middle of the store while the owner laughs and you can’t help but smile. You wonder what his laugh sounds like. “I hope so.”

As you’re getting ready for bed that night, you open up the notes app on your phone to read over what you wanted to tell Taeyong about in case you saw him tonight. Even on slow days, you usually have at least one or two things to tell him, but tonight you find it empty. You hadn’t thought about him all day.

Taeyong surprises both himself and Hyuck when he decides to go back to The Busy Bean only a week after what his cousin likes to call The Incident™ (he even says “trademark” out loud, what a weirdo). The man usually isn’t one to be this brave but he can’t deny the pull that he feels towards you. You’re cute, you have a nice laugh, and he wants to make you smile again. And your iced Americanos are unmatched. Starbucks who?

Walking into the cafe, he immediately feels his hands start to sweat at the sight of you. Your hair looks extra shiny today and you’re dancing along to the song that’s playing with Johnny (kind of badly, but it’s pretty cute). Taking a deep breath, he repeats the simple order in his head one more time. One medium iced Americano, one medium iced caramel coffee, and 2 cake pops. (“If I don’t get to go, then you have to make it up to me somehow!” Hyuck protested when Taeyong told him to watch the store while he went to get coffee. So cake pops it is.) When you see Taeyong walking towards the counter, you give him the biggest smile and he swears his heart skips a beat. He knows he’s going to end up with Y/N eventually but wow, this girl sure knows how to take his breath away. 

“Welcome back, Your Majesty,” you greet him, your cheeks still slightly pink from your laughing and dancing. Taeyong notices a daisy tucked behind your ear and he realizes that it’s one of the daisies that he had shoved into Hyuck’s hands and told him to bring when he went to the store just last week. The man feels his heart skip a beat at that; you look like a goddess. “Didn’t think we would see you back here so soon. Our red carpet is at the dry cleaner’s unfortunately.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Taeyong shrugs, playing along with your teasing. “I get treated better here than I do at my own shop anyways. Hyuck won’t stop bringing up last week to literally everyone we know.” He blushes when he brings up the events of last week but he feels immensely better when you laugh. “Thank you for replacing my coffee by the way. I can pay for it now since I left so quickly last time.”

“That one was on the house,” you say, waving your hand in the air. “Anyways, what can I get for you today?”

Taeyong makes sure to come back at least twice a week after that, much to Donghyuck’s dismay. Each time he comes, he has to force himself to go back to his own store rather than staying and talking with you and Johnny. He finds himself growing more and more comfortable with your presence, his words coming more easily to him the more he’s around you. The conversation even turns flirty at some point, something that he didn’t even think he was capable of since graduating college. Sure he’s had a few lay it on pretty thick with him when they come into the store but middle aged women aren’t exactly his type. You are more his type, if he’s being honest. You and his soulmate, Y-

“Your name is Y/N?!” Taeyong all but squeaks out, his voice cracking as he drags his eyes from Johnny to you. Could you be…?

Both you and Johnny blink at him, not understanding where this sudden outburst came from. “Uh yeah, why? Is there something wrong with that?” you joke as you continue to make his drink. 

Taeyong mentally shakes it off, subtly rolling his shoulders to rid himself of the unnecessary excitement he just felt. It’s probably just a coincidence. The universe seems to like mocking him, apparently. There’s no way he would just randomly find his soulmate like this. He couldn’t even remember where she ended up living after graduating college. “It’s nothing,” he says while shaking his head, giving Johnny a small smile as he hands over his cash. He notices the withering daisies in front of the register and makes a mental note to bring some fresh ones next time. “I’ve just always liked that name. I think it’s pretty.”

When you first created The Busy Bean, you hadn’t thought of incorporating flowers until Kun brought up that you had said you wanted to make it stand out from other cafes. That and the fact that the store’s name is based off of “a busy bee” and that, in the words of Kun, “your best friend just so happens to be the owner of the best flower shop in the city.” Unfortunately for you, your best friend and the owner of the best flower shop in the city won’t be around for an entire week because of a family emergency. And because of the store’s recent expansion and being so busy with training all of your new hires, it had completely slipped your mind to order new flowers for next month’s theme. When you had said all of this to Johnny during a lull in the morning rush, all he said in response was, “That’s rough, buddy.” (The two of you have been rewatching Avatar: The Last Airbender together recently.) What a great best friend.

After making sure that Johnny and the new hires knew exactly what they would be doing during the closing shift, you take a deep breath and do the one thing that you know Kun will never forgive you for once he finds out. “He’ll forgive you, you have no other choice,” you whisper to yourself as you cross the street towards Bloomin’ Love. You open the door and are greeted by the fresh smell of flowers, a Yiruma song softly playing in the background and fitting the atmosphere perfectly as the setting sun shines golden light into the store. It felt like you had entered a magical world.

“Welcome to Bloomin’ Love,” Hyuck greets you, not even looking up from his phone as he leans against the front counter. “Is there anything I can help you with today?”

“I don’t think your boss would be very happy if he found out that you were using your phone while there’s a customer in the store,” you tease him as you walk up to the counter, laughing when Hyuck scrambles to hide his phone and looks up with wide eyes.

The boy’s shoulders immediately deflate when he sees that it’s just you, placing his phone in front of him as he smiles at you. “Y/N, I didn’t think I would ever see you in here. Did you and Kun get into a fight or something? Did he finally get mad that you’re ‘fraternizing with the enemy’s cousin because I’m trying to get you to fraternize with the enemy’?”

You shake your head, explaining, “Kun’s out of town, he has no idea that I’m here right now. I actually need to talk to TY, is he here? I have a big order because I need new flowers for The Busy Bean next month.”

Donghyuck nods as he points towards the back, an area that you assume is restricted to customers since it’s behind the counter. “He’s in his office right now. Let me just tell him you’re here really quickly.”

He walks away quickly before you even have a chance to nod, so you take a look at the flowers around the shop. Directly behind you are bouquets of roses but what really strikes your interest are the magnolia flowers and plum blossoms along your left. You lean down to smell them, their floral scent overwhelming your senses and making you feel even calmer than you already did.

“Plum blossoms are one of my favorite flowers,” a voice says from behind you, making you jump and bump into whoever it was. You feel hands on your waist that help steady you as you sway on your feet, your eyes coming up to meet those of the man you were looking for. “Sorry about that,” TY chuckles, the tips of his ears pink as he withdraws his hands from you. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Donghyuck said you’re looking for me?”

You nod frantically, before explaining your situation to him, his eyes never leaving you as you talk. “I usually give Kun complete creative control because I don’t know much about flowers and which ones bloom during which season.”

TY nods understandingly, humming as he thinks and scans over the various plants in the store. “Flowers that only bloom during spring…” He begins to walk around, with you following a few steps behind him, his hands hovering over the flowers and his fingers occasionally brushing over their petals as he looks at each one carefully. TY suddenly stops in his tracks, one hand resting on a peony before he suddenly turns to you with a wide grin on his face. “I think I have some ideas.”

The florist brings you back to his office, and you think you see Hyuck wink at the both of you as you follow his cousin to the back but when you get a closer look, the boy’s already assumed his previous position of scrolling on his phone. As of recently, the teenager has been teasing you more and more for what he assumes are the beginnings of feelings for his cousin. And even though you swear up and down that the two of you are just friends, you can’t help but think about the possibilities some nights. Which makes you feel guilty because what about Taeyong? Your dreams with him have felt different lately, both of you distracted at one point or another, the conversation becoming awkward at some points because the both of you know that something has changed. Is this the universe testing you? Putting a man that you feel yourself growing more and more fond of with every passing day just to see if you’ll reject him in favor of the partner that it has chosen for you?

“Y/N?” the florist calls out, his hand waving in front of your face to get your attention. You jump slightly in your seat, eyes meeting his after you’re pulled out of your thoughts. “You still with me? I asked if you could give me a floor plan or something of where you put all of your flowers.”

“Oh sorry,” you apologize, heart pounding in your chest at getting caught zoning out. You pull the floor plan that you and Kun had first made 2 years ago and hand it over to TY, your eyes tracing the veins in his hands as he smooths out the paper on his desk. His hands look like they would be really nice to hold. Wait what? No, stop, think about Taeyong.

TY shares his general thought process with you, lightly drawing circles and arrows on the paper to show you where he pictures bunches of hyacinth and jasmine would be. Names like Barberton daisy, dogwood, azalea, and peony are mentioned while you nod along enthusiastically, not really knowing what any of them look like but trusting the vision in the man’s head completely. As he’s talking, you can’t help but get lost in the sound of his voice, the passion and flow of his words making your heart swell. As guilty as it makes you feel, you couldn’t help the feelings that you could feel blooming in your heart for the florist. 

The two of you stand once TY is done sharing his ideas and you’ve run out of questions to ask. You force yourself to leave rather than think up an excuse to spend more time with him, his laughter paired with the way he looks at you dangerous for your pounding heart and overly imaginative brain. He says goodbye to you with a wave but not before handing you a business card with the store’s number should you have any more questions. As you’re walking out, you can hear Hyuck teasing his cousin, and when you turn around to spare TY one last glance, you can see a blush on his cheeks as he quickly looks away, as if he was caught staring.

Just before you get into bed that night, you take one last look at the business card that you had been given just hours ago. When you read the name on the card, you feel as if time itself has come to a stop. Your breathing turns shallow as you bring the card closer to you, squeezing your eyes shut and then opening them just in case it was some weird trick of the light. But it wasn’t. Right there on the card is the one name that you weren’t expecting at all.

Lee Taeyong.

It’s just a dream, it’s just a dream, it’s just a-

You feel yourself being pulled down into the water, a hand wrapped around your ankle dragging you down to the bottom of the pool. You kick with all of your strength at the invisible attacker, your lungs screaming for air as you thrash in the water. A pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you out of the water, the person screaming at you to stand as they tug on your arm. Coughing your lungs out, you can just barely make out Taeyong’s blurry form as he runs out onto the empty street with your hand in his.

Suddenly, an SUV with its lights on appears behind you, the driver revving the engine and accelerating very quickly towards the two of you. You just barely dodge it, the vehicle only inches away from Taeyong’s body as you pull him towards a dark house. You climb over fences and run through yards, neither of you daring to say a word in fear of whoever is after you being near. Your hand stays in his the entire time, too scared of getting separated to let go. 

You see a light approaching you and duck behind some garbage cans, willing your breathing and heart rate to slow so that you could listen for any footsteps. Taeyong quivers beside you in fear, his hand squeezing yours and when you look over at him, you can only imagine how scared he must look right now. Looking at him, you realize that there was something you wanted to talk about tonight but with every single nerve being on edge since you’re, you know, running for your life, you can’t remember what it is for the life of you. Lights from the SUV pass by, gravel crunching underneath the tires as the car goes by you very slowly. You pray to every higher power out there that they don’t catch you and you release a quiet sigh of relief when you see the car turn and drive farther away from you.

“Have I ever told you how much I hate being in your dreams?” Taeyong murmurs, his grip on your hand loosening but still not letting go. “Because I really hate being here right now.”

You huff out a laugh before slowly standing up to brush the dirt off of you. Just as you’re about to respond, you feel a hand clap over your mouth, Taeyong’s eyes widening as he screams and reaches out for you. Something sharp presses against your back just as you hear a gunshot, blood quickly soaking into Taeyong’s pants from getting shot in the thigh, before everything goes black.

You have to stop yourself from looking over your shoulder every 5 minutes because of the intense nightmare that you had yesterday. The feeling of being watched lingered with you all morning, something that Johnny noticed and was concerned about at first until you told him the reason you were acting so paranoid and jumpy. Then he just ended up teasing you and even scared you in front of a customer, falling on the floor laughing when it happened. But you couldn’t help it, the dream just felt so real and it didn’t help that Taeyong, an actual person, was there with you to make it seem all the more real. You wonder how he must be handling it, you know he’s not the biggest fan of horror movies or scary things in general.

You decide to visit Bloomin’ Love during your lunch break, the questions that you wanted to ask Taeyong still unanswered. But if you’re right and Taeyong actually is TY, then you would get your answer in a few minutes. Except it turns out that you won’t be getting your answers today.

“What do you mean he’s not here?” you ask Hyuck in disbelief, even looking towards the back to check if the office light is on in case he’s just playing a joke. “He’s your boss and one of the two people that work here, why are you here and he isn’t?”

The boy shrugs before hopping up to sit on the counter, long legs swinging as he bops along to the music that’s playing from what you assume is his own playlist. “He was here when I got here this morning but then he left after an hour and told me he’s taking the rest of the day off because he’s been feeling anxious all morning. Something about having a nightmare last night? It must have been really bad for him to take a day off because you and I both know that this store is basically his baby.”

He had a nightmare?

The bell above the door jingles as a customer comes in and immediately approaches the two of you to ask for help. You back away to let Hyuck do his job, bidding him goodbye before heading back to The Busy Bean. Hyuck’s words swirl around your head, the conversation replaying over and over as you take out the business card that you put in your pocket this morning to look at the name printed on it. 

Taeyong. Lee Taeyong, the owner of Bloomin’ Love. Lee Taeyong, who introduced himself to you as TY. Lee Taeyong, your soulmate.

After that, you become distracted during work, your eyes constantly looking at the clock to see how much longer until your shift is over. Of course the one day that you find out who your soulmate is, the one day that it would be super convenient to be able to leave work early, is the day one of your new workers can’t come in because they got food poisoning the night before. You don’t even know what you’re going to do once your shift is over though. The number on the card is the store number and you already know that Taeyong isn’t there. Maybe you could just ask Hyuck to give you his number? But then what? What would you even say? “Hey TY, it’s Y/N. Hyuck told me that you had a nightmare last night so I think you might be my soulmate”?

The universe, however, seems to have your back. At the end of your shift, just as you’re saying goodbye to Johnny and Jaemin, one of your new hires, you hear a very familiar voice call out your name. And when you turn around, there stands the exact man that you’ve been hoping but not expecting to see all day. You can’t help but smile widely when you see him and nod when he asks if you want to sit.

“These are for you, by the way,” he says as he gives you a small bouquet of pink forget-me-nots. “Pink is my favorite color but they reminded me of you when I saw them in the store just now.”

You thank them as you take the flowers from his hands, inhaling deeply before placing them down on the table. “You were in the store? Hyuck told me you took the day off.”

“I stopped by just to make sure he didn’t burn the place down,” TY chuckles and he sounds… nervous? Looking at him, you notice that he’s barely making eye contact with you, taking more interest in tracing the tattoo of a lavender plant that’s on his inner forearm. You wonder if he knows what you know, or at least what you think you know. You wonder if maybe he’s even known this entire time. 

“Do you have a soulmate, TY?” you blurt out, too impatient to indulge him with more small talk. 

He looks up at you with wide eyes at your question and you watch as the tips of his ears turn red. “I-I do,” he responds while nodding simultaneously.

“What are they like?” you ask him, telling yourself to calm down and to make sure that you’re right. It would be really embarrassing if you aren’t.

“She’s the girl of my dreams,” he jokes, laughing loudly when you groan and roll your eyes at his dumb joke. “She really is though. She’s really smart and knows exactly what she wants from life. She’s extremely hard-working but she also knows when she needs to stop and relax. She really likes strawberry cake and also likes stargazing. I actually tried making a move on her when we first met because I was young and dumb but then she told me that her boyfriend of 2 years had just broken up with her, so I felt extremely stupid that night.”

You feel like your heart is about to burst out of your chest at his words and you know that you must have a funny look on your face because TY- no, Taeyong is looking at you strangely. “What about you?” he asks, his wide eyes and head that’s tilted slightly to the side reminding you of a puppy. “What’s your soulmate like?”

You laugh and take a deep breath, mustering all of the courage to pour all of the love you’ve been wanting to show Taeyong all these years into your words. “He’s the best, honestly, I’m really lucky that he’s my soulmate,” you say softly, your eyes not once leaving Taeyong’s as you speak. “He’s really goofy and not at all afraid to be who he is. He’s very supportive too; Johnny and Kun were always there for me when college got hard, especially when I switched my major, but it was his words that always kept me going. His favorite color is pink and he absolutely adores his mom, he swears up and down that her kimchi jjigae is the best in the entire world. When we first met, he-”

You stop to look at Taeyong and you see tears in his eyes, a soft smile on his face as he listens to you talk. You take a shuddering breath and lift your hand to gently take his hand in yours; he knows. “When we first met, he told me about his grandpa and how his love for the stars came from him.” You see a single tear cascade down Taeyong’s cheek and you reach out to wipe it away. With a watery laugh, you say, “He also told me that he ended up breaking his grandpa’s telescope after he died.”

Taeyong rests his forehead against your joined hands as he laughs, his eyelashes wet with tears and his eyes shining when he looks back up at you. “I finally found you,” he whispers in awe. “After all of these years, the universe finally put you right in front of me and I didn’t even know.”

“That day, when you said that you think my name is pretty,” you say, his words playing in your mind as you remember the day you’re talking about, “did you know?”

“I was suspicious but I thought it was too good to be true,” Taeyong says as he shakes his head in disbelief. “I thought that there was no way that the girl I’ve been dreaming about for 6 years just so happens to own the coffee shop across the street.” He raises your hands to his lip to kiss the back of yours and you feel so happy that it feels like you’re practically vibrating in your seat. 

You’re about to respond when you hear Johnny call out, “Hey lovebirds, keep it PG! There are kids in here!” The two of you turn your heads towards the direction of his voice to find not only Johnny behind the counter but also Kun and Hyuck standing there. 

“Did you forget about our plans, Y/N?” Kun calls out teasingly, a smirk on his face as his eyes flicker from your hand in Taeyong’s to your face.

“Oh fuck,” you whisper, head turning to look at Taeyong with wide eyes.

He smiles at you reassuringly, kissing the back of your hand once more before letting go. “I’ll call you later?”

You nod enthusiastically, the two of you exchanging numbers before you stand up. You look up at Taeyong, not yet wanting to leave his presence. You can feel the warmth radiating off of his body and there’s a familiar pull in your stomach and this time, you allow yourself to indulge in it. He leans down just as you lean up, and as cliche as it is, it really does feel like you’re the only two there when you kiss. Taeyong tugs one of the flowers from your grasp and breaks off part of the stem, tucking the forget-me-not behind your ear and rubbing your cheek with his thumb before pressing one more kiss to your forehead and murmuring a “see you tomorrow” against your skin.

Waking up the next morning, you let yourself indulge in thoughts of yesterday, the events leading up to the kiss replaying in your head and making butterflies erupt in your stomach all over again. You and Taeyong had agreed to go on your first date today after work and you wish that someone could invent a time machine so you could just skip the work day and go on your date already. 

You sit up in bed and feel every ounce of happiness drain out of you, your surroundings unfamiliar to you. The walls are still the same color but the books on your shelf are different, your floor is carpeted, and who the heck are those people you’re with in the pictures on your wall? You even look out the window to find a completely different view. Where the hell are you?

It suddenly hits you that you’re back in the real world—or your reality at least. The past 8 years have basically just been one long dream. You jump out of bed and rush to the bathroom to check to see if there were any visible signs of aging. You let out a sigh of relief when you realize that you still look the exact same and go back to your room to check the date on your phone just to confirm. There’s an envelope with your name on it beside your phone and you feel a sense of déjà vu as you rip it open.

Dear Y/N,

Welcome back! Hopefully you’re not too disoriented after returning to our reality but I wrote this letter just in case. It’s only been a day since we first met so don’t worry, everything in your old life is still the same as it was. It’ll take a few days for memories from your life here to resurface so just take it easy for now. You should still have your memories from your alternate universe and your soulmate should have them too, so all you have to do is find them! I know this sounds hard but don’t worry; as I’m sure you already know, the universe works in mysterious ways~

See you soon, Cyan xoxo

You let yourself plop back down onto your bed, giving yourself a few minutes to process everything before taking a deep breath. Taeyong. You have to find Taeyong. Getting out of bed, you decide you get dressed and get ready for the day, a memory of your friend Yuna telling you about the new cafe across town resurfacing, so you decide to go there. You feel too cooped up in your apartment, you need to do something. 

Passing by the window of the cafe, you can’t believe your eyes when you see Cyan sitting at one of the tables. She smiles at you through the window while lifting a mug in greeting and you rush to enter the coffee shop, your hands shaking at your side as you approach her. “Good to see you, Y/N,” she greets you, standing up just as you sit opposite her. You’re about to stand as well before she gently pushes you back down with a hand on your shoulder. “These are for you,” she says as she hands you a small bouquet of pink forget-me-nots. You look down at the flowers, memories of the past 8 years (yesterday?) overwhelming you but you shake it off and look up, only to find Cyan gone. You look around frantically but it’s like she disappeared, completely vanished in thin air as you look around the coffee shop and even out the window. With a huff, you put the flowers on the table and settle your chin on your hand as you wonder what to do next.

“Are you finished with this?” an employee asks you as they point at Cyan’s empty coffee mug.

You look up, about to answer, when your breath catches in your throat, your eyes meeting very familiar brown ones that widen at the same exact time as yours. Before you stands Taeyong, a brown apron with the words “Wake Up Cafe” embroidered on it in gold tied around his waist. Standing up, you reach out to grab one of the flowers and break off part of the stem before slowly reaching out and tucking it behind his ear. His hair is different, a little longer and a dark grey color with bits of silver rather than the light brown that you’re used to, but you see the rose-shaped scar beside his shining eyes and you feel like you could cry. Taeyong’s hands cup your face and his thumbs come up to brush away tears that you didn’t even notice, the distance between your lips and his slowly decreasing.

His lips brush over yours and his eyes flicker back and forth between your eyes and your lips. “Found you.”

You chuckle at his words and close the distance, and you wonder if springtime feels just as good for the blooming flowers as the love that you can feel blooming in your chest when you kiss Taeyong.

[21burritoseavey]

Slow Down - Chapter 2

a/n: okay i’m ngl this one’s quite sad but I hope you enjoy! also, whenever I write grayson I think of grayson dolan so we’re just gonna pretend it’s him lol. 

Summary: Daniel and Y/n are best friends, but like every clique love story lol, Daniel fell for Y/n, though he’s never admitted his feelings because Y/n has a boyfriend. After their exams, the group of friends decide to go on a “California-cation” (see what I did there haha) but Y/n’s boyfriend also tags along. It gets a little interesting and I guess you’ll just have to see how things go…

It was 7am on the following Saturday when Daniel finally shifted his legs to the edge of his bed and got up to start his day. He pulled his curtains to the side to reveal the beautiful sunrise and the warm colours of sky. The group of friends decided that it would be a good idea to get to the campgrounds early so they would have enough time to do everything, and Y/n wanted them to get the best camping spot, so Daniel agreed without hesitation despite his hatred for mornings. 

Daniel walked out of his bedroom as he slipped a shirt on, the slight pitter patter of his feet startling his older brother. Christian turned his head to face Daniel from his spot behind the kitchen stove, and sent him a cheerful “good morning” before turning back again. 

“What are you doing awake so early? You never get up this early to work out…” Daniel said, shooting a teasing glare to his older brother as he ruffled a hand through his blondish brown hair. Christian whipped around quickly “Oh really? Says the one who’s on his phone the whole time.” Christian joked. The brothers shared gentle laughter before Daniel got up and shuffled over to Kobe. 

Golden threads of morning light beamed through the windows and Daniel squinted his eyes slightly as he picked up a very sleepy Kobe from the edge of the couch. The tranquil atmosphere of the house had Daniel smiling lightly to himself, his blue eyes sparkled with anticipation for the days ahead. Daniel slightly swayed from side to side and he gently kissed Kobe before tiredly sitting on the couch. Then, Christian broke the silence with a question. 

“So all of you guys are going camping, huh?” Christian asked.

“Yeah...everyone” Daniel said, his tone of excitement slightly fading away as he remembered Grayson was coming. “And Grayson’s also coming too…”

“Grayson?” Christian asked in mere disbelief, finally looking up from his spot behind the kitchen stove. 

“Yeah” Daniel said tiredly, a tinge of annoyance laced in his voice. 

Christian raised his eyebrows, shock etched on his face. “No way...last time you mentioned Grayson, you told me about this huge fight he had with Y/n and-”

“Yeah, and apparently now they’re happy together and everything’s fine…I still can’t believe it.” Daniel said, his voice wavering with sadness and anger as his mind flashed back to a few months ago. 

Daniel remembered it like it was just hours ago. At around 9pm on a school night, Daniel turned his head to the sound of his ringtone and tiredly tossed his arm to the side couch to reach for his phone on his left. 

His interest instantly piqued as he heard Y/n’s sobs on the other side, his eyebrows furrowing deeply with worry. She desperately tried to grasp a breath of air, but continued to cry loudly and Daniel’s eyes glistened with tears. He couldn’t stand to see his best friend so broken. “What happened?” Daniel said quietly but quickly, struggling to disguise his own hurt for her sake. 

“W-we had a...big... fight and I-I, he just left…” Y/n said through a loud cry. Daniel tried desperately to think of what to say, racking his brain for something...anything. 

“It’s okay” was all he could muster out in a few seconds “It’s okay, it’s alright, love. Breathe. Are you at home, alone?” Daniel asked soothingly. 

“Y-yeah, c-can you come over?” Y/n said quietly, finally taking a deep breath and Daniel let out a sigh of relief. 

“Yeah, of course, love. I’ll be right there, okay. Stay calm, okay. It’ll be alright.” Daniel said, instantly pushing his laptop off his lap and rushing to the front door to put his shoes on. 

“Okay” Y/n sniffled. 

“Okay love, hold on.” 

With that, he ended the call and rushed out of the house, ignoring his brothers from inside the house. Daniel took a deep trembling breath before turning on the car. His mind darted from thought to thought as to what Grayson could’ve possible said to make his favourite person in the world so hurt. After a few minutes, Daniel reached Y/n’s house and knocked profusely until he heard her reach for the door handle. His deep look of concern had Y/n breaking down right in front of him and fresh tears poured down her face. Daniel couldn’t help but clench his jaw at the thought of Grayson but he wrapped his strong arms around her tightly, holding her close as she cried.

“I love you…” Y/n said through her sobs. 

“I love you too Y/n, so much…” Daniel said easily in a shaky voice. 

That was the only thing he chose to remember that night. He couldn’t bear to remember what Grayson said to his best friend ever again. He couldn’t bear to think about how Y/n sorrowfully recited the daggers Grayson spoke to her, the words that wounded her heart so greatly. 

The unusual silence in the house had Christian shifting from his spot behind the kitchen island and he looked around until he saw Daniel staring into space with Kobe in his arms. 

“Daniel, you okay?” Christian said slowly, slightly confused.

Daniel quickly snapped back into reality at the sound of his name and stuttered out a “y-yeah, I’m okay”. Christian only nodded slowly.  “I’m going to get ready,” Daniel said quietly before gently resting Kobe back on the couch and walking back to his room. 

[ssa-daddyhotchner]

Undercover - Chapter 9

Chapter Selection 

I was awakened by Hotch's alarm. I turn around and reach for his phone to turn it off. My headache pounding. It had only been a few hours since we drank. Honestly I was still a little drunk. 

I collapse on him waking him up. "Ughh", I mumble into the crook of his neck. "What is it", That was a dumbass question he knows I'm not a morning person. "Do you really have to ask me that." 

He chuckles, "Yes how would you feel if we took a shower. The hot water would be nice."

I get up and walk into the bathroom and turn on the water. As I'm waiting for the water to heat up I brush my teeth. I feel hands around my waist and lips on my collarbone. 

I look into the mirror and he's standing behind me looking hot even when he first wakes up. 

His head rests on my shoulder then I tug at his hand to get into the shower. I turn him into the water first, he needs it more. I put shampoo into his hair and massage it in. 

"You're good at that", I giggle and then wash it out. "Your turn", he turns me around and washes me. 

We step out of the shower and into the bedroom and I shiver. "Here wear this", He tosses me one of his hoodies. I put it on and I'm met with the smell of mint. 

He gets dressed first and leaves while I get ready. I finish up and walk into the kitchen where he's making breakfast. "Whatcha making?" 

"Pancakes, eggs, and sausage patties. We have a long day ahead of us and this might be the only thing we eat for a while." 

"True, did you start the coffee already." He hands me a cup answering my question.

We talked for a while til we had to leave at 5am for the strip. 

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When we got there it was 5:45am and Aaron told the pilot that we could leave. The team would be heading down later in the day. I sat on the couch my head resting against the wall. My legs in Aarons lap his hand writing his name up and down my leg. 

"When we get there remember we don't have to hide from the team." The thought brought a smile to my face even though I still didn't want them to know. 

"When we get there, my ass is slamming onto the bed and taken a fucking nap." Aaron chuckled and agreed.

The rest of the fight were spent with small naps and causal conversation. 

We arrived in New York at 7am and it wasn't as busy as it usually is. There was a car waiting for us when we got out the airport and they drove us to the Penthouse. 

Through the street we saw the luxurious building we were staying at. It was 30 stories and our place had two floors. The driver dropped us off and we walked in. 

I put my hand in his and continued walking through the lobby. It had black and white marble floors, a mirror ceiling, gold pillars on the sides with a red carpet going down the center leading to the elevator. 

We walk to the man behind the desk, "Amelia Perez." The man behind the desk began typing into his computer. "You're on the top floor, here's the key card. You need this to use the elevator; It only works for your floor." 

"Thank you, have a nice day." I say while walking away, "You too."

He gives us a smile as we walk into the elevator. The floor numbers slowly rising as we got closer.The doors open and I'm in awe. There are hardwood floors, white walls, a chandelier greeting you once you enter.

Their was a very large balcony with huge glass doors that led outside. With leather sofas and fire pit in center. 

In the living room; white couches, a fire place in front, and one wall is solely for a window. The window extends into the kitchen giving a full view of the city. 

There was a clear view of everything. The sun still rising lighting up the sky with virous colors.

The stairs start from the entrance and go up a wall and the loft extends to the kitchen as well. There is a skylight pointing directly into the living room and another one in the kitchen. 

The loft has a queen size bed, a couch on one wall and a 60 inch tv on the other. The bathroom is black with a single shower and a jacuzzi bathtub. I'm definitely using that later. 

I'm laying down on the couch when I smell something. "What do I smell!", I yell across the room. 

"I'm making food", he yells. "What kind of food, its smells so fucking good" 

"You'll have to see", I didn't wanna get up but I do. Picking myself up off the couch.

I walk into the kitchen and I see tomatoes, eggs, flour, basil. I see him rolling out a dough and making an alfredo sauce with chicken. I gasp; he looks at me and chuckles. "Chicken alfredo?"

He nodded continuing to roll the dough out.

"Are you making your own noodles?" 

"Yes I am." I take a seat on the bar stool watching him. "Well you're just full of surprises aren't you." 

He looks at me and smiles, "You have no idea." I walk behind him and wrap my hand around his waist and kiss his neck. He turns around and nips my cheek.

He finally finishes dinner and we eat. I got a huge bowl almost eating all of it. 

It's 10am when I walk back upstairs and collapse on the bed, falling asleep. I toss and turn until Aaron walks into the room. "Cant sleep?", I groan in response. He sets an alarm for 4:30pm. 

He climbs into bed next to me and pulls me close, his arm snakes around me. I nestle my head into his chest and take a deep breath taking in the smell of his cologne. 

He kisses the top of my head. I feel his warmth and it makes me relaxed. I fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating. Aaron falls asleep to the sound of my steady breathing. 

*beep*beep*beep*beep*

I grumble, "Shut that shit off." Aaron turns off the alarm. "We gotta get up, party is at 6", he says as he nudges me. "Fine", I get up and start getting ready. 

I look through the closet and find a red dress that reaches my calves with a slit up the side that stops at my mid thigh and a pair of red 2 inch heels. 

I throw them on and start to curl my hair loosely. Doing my makeup with a stubble red color lipstick, black eyeliner, and putting on false eyelashes. I get ready in an hour.

I take a step forward walking down the stairs and Aaron looks at me in awe. 

His mouth opens a little, "You look amazing." 

"Thank you, you look great." I say with a smirk. He has his hair set back, wearing a black tuxedo with a bow tie, and black dress shoes. 

He adjusts the Rolex on his wrist. "Take this", he hands me an ear piece to wear for communicating with the rest of the team. "Can you guys hear me?", I ask hoping it works. 

"Yeah we can", the whole team responds. We walk to the door, I put my hands on his bicep going into the elevator.

When we get outside he opens the limo door for me and I climb in with him. 

"Where too" 

"172 Madison Avenue." 

The ride was quiet until Aaron spoke up, "Remember when we get there I'm Christopher Harris, and your Amelia Perez." I nod my head and that's when we get to the party.. 

The driver stops the car, "Thank you." We smile at the driver. 

Hotch opens the door for me and helps me walk out. I grab his hand and he walks me through the lobby. I am approached by the man at the front desk. "Here for the Stalone?"

"Yes sir and which floor is it on?" 

"Top floor." 

I press the top floor and we ride up. The doors open and I notice all the people. He guides me through the crowd, they're all dressed in gowns and suits. 

"Let me guess the bar", I nod eagerly at his words. We get to the bar and he orders us a drink not asking me what I wanted. 

"Do any of you have your eyes on Carmine." I feel a nudge on my right and its Hotch handing me a vodka and coke. 

"How'd you know my drink"

"Lucky guess."

He says while sipping on his scotch. I'm enjoying my conversation while scanning the room searching for Carmine. 

"We have eyes", JJ says into the earpiece. I smile through my words, "Where." 

"Outside in the gazebo, hes guarded by 2 people. You're gonna have to get his attention if you wanna talk to him." Morgan states.

"Well that's just great isn't it, ok follow my lead." I say tugging on Aarons arm.

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I went outside and noticed Carmine was sitting with a few girls and he had two bodyguards in the front.

Hotch was walking behind me when I pushed him back, "Don't fucking touch me asshole." I said loud enough for Carmine to hear; Aaron quickly realized what I was doing. 

"Amelia don't be that way come on give me one more chance and if I mess up again I'll leave you alone", I saw Carmine start to stare at me from the corner of my eye. 

"Fine but talk to me or do that bullshit again and you'll find yourself in the ground." I said sternly and I flipped him off. "Leave me alone, we'll talk later", I walked to the ledge and looked at the skyline. 

Hearing footsteps behind me I turned my head slightly. Got you dumbass. "I noticed the commotion a little while ago, you okay sweetheart?" 

I felt his cold hand on my back. I started to cry, having a tear in my eye when I looked at him. "Yeah I'm okay just pissed off at him. He had the audacity to do that to me, I deserve better."

"Yeah you do. How about you come and sit with me so we can talk a few things over." 

Carmine looks at my neck easily knowing the necklace I'm wearing is worth a few 100 thousand. He sits me down, "After that whole thing, do you have a place you can stay or are you gonna go back home with that asshole." 

"I'll probably go back with him, he might be a dick but he's my boyfriend and it's our place. I'm not gonna leave after one fight."

"So what do you do for a living." 

"I do off shore business." Throwing him a smirk, "If you don't mind my asking. What kind of offshore business." 

"I more or less invest in some privately owned places that do... certain things." He smiles at me while talking into my eyes. The feeling unsettles me making my skin crawl.

He gets up and puts out his hand and looks at me. I grab his hand, "Let's talk about this in private. You can call your boyfriend after we chat", Carmine says with a smirk.

Rossi walks over to Hotch who is sitting at the bar. "Do you see y/n?"

"She was with Carmine outside, they were talking that's all I saw." Morgan looks around from the dance floor with Emily, "We don't see her, she's not outside neither is Carmine." 

Rossi talks into the earpiece, "Garcia I need you to hack the cameras find her now." Garcia searches most of the cameras when she sees me for a few seconds. 

"Second floor far right corner, they're going into a room." 

"Can you get eyes in there", Garcia says no.

I walk into the room following Carmine, he takes a seat on the couch; points telling me to sit. 

"Now I assume you know what my family does for a living", he waits for my answer. 

"I do", he looks at me sternly. 

"How would you like to make some money and invest a little bit", he asks me. I'm just happy he got straight to the point. Maybe this will be over with quicker than I thought. 

"One how much would you like, two maybe i'll think about it", I shrug and look away. 

He had curiosity written all over his face. He speaks up, "I'll give you a call, see how you feel about the arrangement." 

I give him my number, then tells me I could leave. I stand up and walk out through the door and try to find Hotch. 

Garcia spots me on the camera, "She's back and walking towards you Hotch." I see him looking around trying to find me. "Miss me", I walk up to him. 

He looks at me and his face relaxes and he exhales deeply, "Mmm maybe a little". We smile at the comment and he puts a hand on my waist and grabs my hand. "Wanna dance?"

"I'm not the dancing type"

"Well you are tonight." He pulls me to the dance floor. "What'd he say to you in there" 

"Just that we could invest in his little company you know the usual." 

I hear JJ over the mic, "Well that was fast how'd you get him to talk." 

"What can I say? I'm very persuasive", I smirk. Aaron looks into my eyes and turns off our mics. 

"What are you doing", he doesn't say anything. He leans into my ear and whispers. "You were a good girl today maybe I might give you a reward."

My face turns red at the words and he pulls away to look at my reaction. I don't say anything but I give him a kiss on the cheek and I turn the mics back on. 

"Ok babe I'm tired, what do you say we go home", I grab his hand and guide him to the elevator and leave. "You guys stay, behind to track his movements, we are gonna go." 

The team says ok and we get into the car and head back to the penthouse. During the drive we don't say anything. He slides his hand up my leg and places his hand on my thigh. 

I shift a bit and my breathing hitches. He notices and gives my thigh and squeeze then slides in higher up. 

I close my eyes and put my head back against the seat. I felt a sudden cold spot on my leg when I opened my eyes he removed his hand and went to open the door. "Were here", he walked over to my side and guided me out of the car and into the building. 

In the elevator I grab his hand and our fingers intertwine. He smiles but doesnt look at me. 

The doors open and I walk straight upstairs, he goes to follow behind me but I stop him, "You know baby I would really love to fuck but honestly I'm tried." 

He looks at me and chuckles, "Ok princess." He turns around and goes downstairs. I sit on the bed and take off the dress and place it back into the closet. 

I go to take off my bra and there's a sudden relief. I turn on the shower and I smell food but I ignore it. I wash my hair, body, and brush my teeth. 

When I get out of the shower I see the time I was in there for over half an hour. I put on a tight white crop top and some red and black shorts. 

Going down the stairs I noticed Aaron had changed also into some striped pajama pants, he didn't have a shirt on. 

My eyes locked onto his body and I looked him up and down, when my eyes met his there was a smile on his face. 

"Enjoying something", He was holding back a laugh. "Nope nothing, did you make food?" 

I walked over to the couch and turned on a movie. "I did but that's gone now sorry did you want something." 

My stomach grumbled but I wasn't too hungry. 

"Yeah can you get some wine, please and thank you." He walked into the kitchen and grabbed two glasses and poured some wine and gave me a glass. 

"You're welcome", He sat down next to me but I put my legs on his and we started to watch the movie. 

The wine was gone now and we're both a little tipsy. Gradually he would shift on the couch like he was uncomfortable. I nudged him, "Come here." I pulled him up and I opened my legs so he was lying in between them. 

He was moving so his arms were wrapped around my torso and his head was on my chest listening to my breathing. "Better?", he looked at me and hummed

I brought my hands up and put them on his head and started to stroke his hair. His hair was soft and smelled like coconut. 

I noticed he had closed his eyes and was sleeping so I turned off the movie and decided to not wake him up. I set up an alarm and went to sleep. 

I wake to the sound of my alarm; Aaron still laying down on my chest. His breathing is steady, I wrap my arms around him and just hold him. He wakes, sits up, and goes to the bathroom. 

"Well good morning to you too I guess", I mutter but he doesn't hear me. 

My phone starts to ring, "Hey y/n, he already has your number so now we just wait for him to call you guys. You have the day off I guess." JJ said over the phone. I look over at the kitchen and my stomach growls. 

"Ok thanks for the update." From there I hang up the phone and yell out to Aaron 

"Yo!", I don't hear him answer so I yell again. "What!", He finally calls back.

"We have the day off, did you wanna go out or stay in!?", he yells to stay in.

He walks out of the bathroom and into the kitchen for some water. I walk over and sit on one of the stools. 

"So Mr. Chef what's in store today?", his eyes shift over to mine and he chuckles. 

"Well I was thinking something simple like", he pulls out a box of mac and cheese from the cabinet and places it on the counter. 

His phone starts to ring and he steps out of the room. 

I hear shuffling and whisper yelling. I walk over to the door but I don't open it. I hear a quiet stuttering. Then he ends the call and Aaron starts to walk back towards the door.

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[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 27

"Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you..."

Warning - contains rape

The sound of Drew’s alarm woke Paul the next morning. It was 7am. “Sorry, sorry.” Drew apologised, grabbing his phone. He turned it off. “What time’s your flight?” Paul asked rubbing his eyes. “Eleven. I can’t be fucked travelling today but duty calls.”

“I hear ya.” Paul agreed “What time do you want to be at the airport for?”

“Maybe 9? Is it OK if I jump in the shower?” He asked sitting up. “Knock yourself out.” Paul responded, eyeing his ass as he got out of the bed. Drew looked back smiling, eyeing Joe who was still sound asleep. “Always sleeping.”

Paul turned around in the bed and snuggled into Joe, causing him to stir. His eyes fluttered open. “Wha, what time is it?”

“It’s 7am. I need to leave Drew to the airport soon.” Paul told him, circling a strand of hair rested on his bare chest. “He’s leaving already?” Joe was awake now. “Fraid so. Did you enjoy last night?”

“It was fun. Guess I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up about it yesterday huh?” Joe said turning to face him. “I told you that you just need to trust me. You looked like you were really in your element last night.”

Joe pondered for a moment. “It’s weird, I just didn’t know what to expect when you first mentioned Drew last week but he’s…It’s easy with him.”

“You gel with him.” Paul affirmed leading Joe shrugged, “I guess.” Paul stroked his cheek and smiled. “Think we can do this again?”

“I don’t see why not.” Paul smiled leaning in to kiss him. He sat up and got out of the bed. “I’m gonna freshen up and get ready to leave. Why don’t you make us some coffee?” he suggested. “OK,” Joe stretched and dragged himself out of the bed, slipping into his black Armani boxers while Paul went off to the second bathroom. He always liked a long hot shower first thing.

Joe went about making their drinks and brought them back upstairs. Drew was wandering around with a towel wrapped around his waist when Joe entered. “Morning,” The Scot smiled adjusting the towel. His statuesque body glistened with beads of water that fell from his wet hair. “Sleep well?”

“Too good,” Joe set the tray aside. “Where’s Paul?” Drew asked quietly. “He”s having a shower-” Joe started as Drew grew closer.

“Thank fuck,” He said taking Joe in his arms and kissing him softly. Joe was instantly hard. “I don’t want you to go.” Joe looked at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. “I wish I didn’t either but I’ve got a few things to sort at home. Has Paul said if he”ll see you this coming week?”

“Nothing yet but I’ll find out.” Joe hesitantly moved away only to have Drew pull him in again. “Not yet,” He kissed him again, this time more passionately. Joe immediately pulled away, upon hearing the bathroom door close. Paul was coming. Drew turned his attention to his suitcase nearby and Joe grabbed his coffee.

“Thanks baby,” Paul smiled drying himself off, before grabbing his coffee. Joe retreated to the bed and put his knees up, trying to conceal his hard on. He watched in silence as both men made small talk while getting ready. He didn’t know when he would next see Drew this way so he wanted to soak it in. Part of him hated that Paul had set this up. He never realised how good it would be with him. Before he knew it, they were leaving. Joe threw on Paul’s bathrobe and went downstairs to say goodbye. “Keep me posted.” Drew said lowly as he hugged Joe goodbye. “I will.” Joe promised. He waved them off and went back upstairs to run a bath. It was just what he needed to relax after last night’s events and wondered what Paul had in mind over the next two days.

Joe was rinsing out the suds in the bath when he heard the key turn in the front door. Paul wasn’t away as long as he thought he would be. He could hear him coming upstairs.

“Hey.” He said entering the bedroom. “I’m in here.” Joe called from the en-suite. “Good, still not dressed.” Paul smirked, disrobing the black bathrobe that Joe had thrown on minutes earlier. He steadied himself against the sink as Paul pulled him against his body, kissing him hard. Joe pulled away, raising his hand to his mouth. “What was that for?” He licked his bottom lip, tasting blood.” Paul smiled darkly. “A reminder. You belong to me, understand?”

“What’s going on? I thought-” Joe was confused. Paul pulled the robe off him and dropped it to the ground. “Turn around.”

“Wha-?” Joe tried to ask. “Do as I say.” Paul ordered him, a serious look on his eyes. “No. What”s going on?” Joe defied, staring into his eyes only to be slapped hard across the cheek. He spun around, falling onto the sink. Before he could get his bearings, Paul was already undoing his trousers. Joe spat a mouthful of blood into the sink below. His head felt like it was spinning. Paul pulled his arms behind his back and pulled out a set of handcuffs from his pocket. He had clearly planned this. Joe tried to fight him off the moment he heard the clink of the metal.

“No, please,” He cried as Paul forced his body down on the counter top, which was being covered in droplets of his blood. “Shut up!” Paul roared twisting his arm. Hastily he managed to cuff his hands behind his back. “You think I didn’t know? You and Drew????”

“Please, there’s nothing-” Joe let out, struggling as Paul dragged him into the bedroom where he forced him onto the bed face down. “I’ll fucking show you who you belong to.” Paul growled, slipping out of his trousers and boxers. He squeezed the lube onto his hand, pulled his hips up towards his cock and quickly rubbed Joe entrance. This was more for his own benefit than Joe’s. “Please don’t do this! There’s nothing going on I swear-” The young man pleaded again, straining his head to the side. Tears were streaming down his cheeks now. He cried out again as Paul’s cock penetrated him roughly. “Cry all you want. Nobody can hear you! In fact, the more you cry, the harder I get.” He warned. Paul fucked him hard, over and over as Joe struggled against him, crying into the sheets below. He begged for him to stop but he would not let up, telling him that he’s wanted to fuck him like this for so long and that he brought it on himself. He felt so sick to his stomach as Paul came hard in his ass calling him a “filthy little slut.”

When he withdrew, he let Joe fall onto the bed, leaving him there cuffed as he went into the bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned to the room a few minutes later, he stood a distance from the bed, taking in Joe shuddering, defenseless body, curled up as much as he could. He could see the redness around his wrists from where he was struggling against the cuffs, the bruises on his ass from the flogger and the redness of his opening itself. He could feel his heart ready to explode in his chest, hearing his quiet sobbing and sniffling into the sheets. He stood there for a few more minutes, savouring the sight. He knew he was fucked up and nothing would change that. He noticed that the sobbing stopped, as did the shuddering.

Hesitantly he walked around the bed to see his face. The room was silent. He sweeped the damp strands away, swallowing hard. Joe eyelids were half closed. He didn’t know what this was. Had he reached subspace again or had he blacked out in another way? Quickly, he grabbed his trousers from the ground and fished the key out of the pocket. He undid the cuffs, letting Joe arms fall limply at his sides. Paul rolled him onto his back. He could see the traces of blood on his mouth as well as his reddened cheek. His heart sank knowing he had gone too far this time. Paul cradled him in his arms. “Baby,” He coaxed him “Come on baby,” Slowly he started coming around. His eyes squinting, trying to adjust to the light. He looked like he was in a daze.

As Paul came into view, he started to pull away. “It’s OK, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Fuck you, lemme go!” Joe spat, breaking out of his grip. He grimaced in pain as he sat up in the bed. “You’re hurting. I’m gonna help you.” Paul leaned forward grabbing his arm as Joe got off the bed. “Don’t touch me!” Joe looked like he would knock him out. Paul let go. “OK, OK I’m sorry, I fucked up.” He said putting his hands up. He watched as Joe went about gathering his belongings, limping in pain, hastily getting dressed. “You really pissed me off! What was I supposed to do?” Paul followed him around trying to explain. “You fucking raped me!” Joe roared. “Baby I’m sorry, I was so angry. Please I love you!”

“It’s too late! I’m done with this fucking mess!” Joe went into the bathroom to retrieve his toiletry bag at the sink. He paused, seeing his blood in the sink. His heart was thumping. It was then that he caught his reflection in the mirror. There was still blood on his bottom lip and there was slight swelling in his reddened cheek.

“At least stay until I can get you fixed up. You can’t leave looking like that.” Joe caved at the sink seeing what a mess he was. He buried his head in his hands and started sobbing. Paul gingerly approached him from behind and placed his hand on his back. “I’m so sorry baby, if I could take it back…” Joe was too upset to even fight him off. Paul pulled him into a comforting hug. He sobbed into the material of his t-shirt. “I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you.” He said stroking his hair. “Let me fix you up.”

[crybabytoy59]

My Begging letter PT8.

After they fell asleep I slept on and off suffering in the bondage position they had left me in, During the night sometime around 4am I was woken by light shocks that were growing in strength not enough to make me cry out just hard enough to have me whimpering, unbeknownst to me they were both up naked, Mistress Mummy was hanging up the remainder of the urine from the water fountain that she had put into a bag then sat it in the sink with boiling water to heat it up, this would add an element of Deeply bitter taste every time The new Slave swallowed it down unfortunately for Babyslave Mistress Mummy had woken feeling Not only Very Dominant But extremely Dirty....As she pushed the Tee peace to the neck of the bag with the sprung loaded valves this allowed for a second liquid to be lifted by the first fluid passing the valve, All she needed to do was prime the valve with a syringe 💉as she hung up the bag she pushed the second tube from the rebreather box on the floor pulling on the large syringe she watched Smiling as the wee ball in the clear valve port spun around rapidly pulling the discoloured liquid from the box up to meet the valve, Then pushing the syringe backwards until the tube from the box was 3/4 of the way discoloured & the last 1/4 was stale urine, pulling the syringe away she felt the growing heat between her legs.

At that point Master Daddy had returned with a bag full of ice in a bucket putting it down by Babyslave he softly whispered “Ready Sweetheart?”...

“Fuck yes Darling time to up the pace for Babyslave”

She took away the mask from sissy’s face closing the valve to prevent any smell, then lifting the cock dummy gag this to had holes fro the rubber throat ties to fix it in Babyslave’s mouth. She patted sissy’s chin, then pushed it lightly down..Babyslave Opened Widely ! Sissy was learning, she fed the cock dummy feeder down the rubber laces until the foam ring slipped behind Babyslave’s teeth, as she did Master Daddy pulled the over head belt tightly again making Babyslave bite down on the foam ring sealing the mouth shut !

Next he fitted the rubber bag to the rubber Oring around sissy’s neck making a seal. Mistress Mummy giggled lightly as the wheel on the valve started turning & whimpering came from the hood, Hot urine now passing out all the holes in the cock dummy Babyslave would know it had been heated up as it was over body urine temperature. Inside the hood they could here Swallowing as each time sissy swallowed the dummy would simply refilled from the bag...but worse still Mistress Mummy watched as the discoloured fluid went further up the tube, in a few minutes Babyslave would get her first taste of the new mix...

She nodded to her husband who emptied the ice into the rubber bag surrounding Babyslave’s headie..He closed the rubber seal on top only the tube protruded from the rubber bag a large hole at the top let air in the space between the ice bag & sissy’s face at the front the only place the bag had no contact with the inner hood.

They kissed each other & went back to bed for a couple of hours as they wanted a 7am start as Mistress Dee was arriving at 9am & all had to be prepared for her playtime !

As they worked on me in silence I found this part terrible as when they spoke I got a strange comfort from it even though they were being Wicked & Dominant....But this ? I could only await my fate...that’s when I felt her soft finger tapping my chin then push it lightly down...she wanted my mouth open, the pressure from the strap over my head had released, so I opened Wide to please her, I jumped in the bondage as the 4” cock Dummy was fed into my mouth as it went quite far back but it also had something at its end ? She forced this part past my teeth till it seal my mouth open around the plastic guard on the outside I knew it was attached to something as it kept moving for a short time then I felt it get hot as suddenly stale urine filled my Mouth! But it was way too hot to be fresh, Tears now starting Again as I resigned myself to drinking there “Golden nectar” Wondering why it did not make me feel sick ? Or even nauseous? It was just simply horrible that was all....

Then suddenly something crashed around my head then tightly pulled its self against my hood all but the front were my face was.... slowly my head got cooler I found the swallowing became a task as my tiredness coupled with my cooling head making thoughts hard to focus....my lullaby I’m my ear buds sounding louder & more emotive, smack ! Wwaaaa’wwaaaaWwaaaa .... Smack !! Wwaaaah’Wwaaah !my head felt different but I was too busy Swallowing. Slowly my head started to get cold so much so my lullaby in the ear bud was making me cry...just the sound of it made me want to Cry...

The next hour was spent Very uncomfortable & by the time I felt them removing the head wrapping & hood I was genuinely glad to be able to see them....

Looking closer at the mirrors in front of me They we’re both dressed in rubber suits...This made me nervous....as they both set about putting the equipment away, the frame in-front of me was removed then Master Daddy set about unlacing the bondage pants, as they came loose I was suddenly aware how much the I had wetdiring the night,  but my rear felt strange tingling as the bondage was undone every part of my body aching as I swallowed the Now fowl liquid down mouthful after mouthful pashhed down into my tummy I was feeling very full now, slumping in the last of the ropes Mistress Mummy spanked my sore thigh Thwack! “On your Knees Crybaby Sweetheart We have much to get done so We Want Complete Obedient behaviour this morning Madam !....Now Gulp Nice & fast until I says Stop Cutenesses!”

Still disoriented from the ice freezing & tiredness I started the first of my tears rolling down my cheeks....as I took big gulps of the horrible liquid formula forcing my tummy to fill even fuller ! This seemed to please them no end as Master Daddy undid the armbinder he patted my black leather rear to a dull thudding “Ok Crybaby Sweetheart All fours & follow us (he was putting the pink dog collar on me over the posture collar clipping the leash to that he tugged it up hard) Heal Crybaby !”

I pushed my hood tightly to his leg whimpered then moved forwards with him in time with his steps...”Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the way, Look Mistress Mummy someone’s Very Obedient this morning.....(she giggled) But Am guessing we Will have to see how this morning goes won’t we Crybaby?” I nodded my hood covered head as best I could given the posture collar !

Mistress Mummy pushed the box along side me the feed bag was now half empty swinging obscenely back & forth as we went to the white room, inside they removed the Special leather pants then the Nappy & my maids uniform the Nappy was put into a bucket, then Mistress Mummy remover all the sticky pads. I was so very relieved by this as the shocker therapy was Very unpleasant.

I was made to stand up & hold the over head bar so they could again wash me as I did Mistress Mummy removed the feed gag, as Master Daddy took off my hood, I could now hear properly with the ear plugs out.

Mistress Mummy spoke to me “Clever girlie Crybaby look at You !!! (She giggled as she put the water on I squealed!!) Hush Hush Crybaby Sweetheart we’re only going to wash Babyslave” I squealed due to the sudden sting from my rear as Master Daddy’s “Special Nappy” had worked it’s magic My rear was Red all Over an angry rash that would make any punishment Very painful !!! This was there intention all along as they had Plans for today that would make yesterday seem tame !!!!!....

Mistress Mummy rubbed my rear “Open Wide Crybaby Sweetheart (she forced something wet into my cheeks Deeply) Clever Baby That Keep our girlie Quiet”

She had fed me the pad from yesterday afternoon that had Master Daddy’s seed on it But it was now wet with hot urine !...relaxing now as they both washed me like the day before Very tender the warm urine from my catheter running down my leg she simply plugged it shut for now, smiling at me as the smell of the strawberry soap filled the air, after my shower drying off had me whimsical due to the rash as it was Very sensitive to the touch.

Mistress Mummy opened a bottle of Baby oil then started putting it on my head to toe my whole body glistening in the bright lights.....

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s You all ready to Play with Mistress Dee so let’s get you into the play room Crybaby !”...

I was Again led by my leash on all fours to the hidden door...as Master Daddy opened it I could see two figures inside dressed in red rubber catsuit’s Mistress Dee...But the other I didn’t recognise she was around five foot 4” heavy built with a Very muscular body she looked around her middle thirty’s But this was not what had me looking at her it was the huge green bag she was next to hung from the ceiling ! With a tube from it that had a double balloon retention enema tube from it with a strange steel base to it ?

They all kissed each other ignoring me.....Mistress Mummy turned to me unfastened my collar & lead....”Now Crybaby Sweetheart You Will Do what You Are Told when You Are Told do I make myself Clear? (I nodded) Clever girlie Crybaby Don’t have us come back in until the girls are Done or there Will be Very serious Implications Crybaby !!!”....They Both simply left the room..

I had not been alone without them both until now & this made me ever more scared as Even although they were Very WKD I had come to feel close to them,but this was different two new Dominant’s I had only met Mistress Dee to have my colonic, as she stepped forward kneeling to cup my chin she spoke..

“Clever girlie Crybaby You just be Obedient & All will be fine.....Now this is Mistress Carla she is my partner You Baby Will Obey Her Ever Word First Time or things will get Very unpleasant for You Pain Toy !....Now crawl to the frame Time to get started Crybaby !!”....Mistress Carla was at the frame opening the neck hoop for me to put my head in, as I straddled the tummy bar Mistress Dee guided my ankles into the waiting rings cold metal shutting around my ankles I knew there was now No escape...prone on the floor in the framework they cuffed my wrists into the rings under my shoulders Mistress Carla without a word pushed the first balloon Deep inside me then inflated it fully, next she inflated the outer balloon sealing my fate...

The metal part was for my cage this she pulled back clipping the two together she then ran a tube to my catheter! Any pee would now go up my rear !!

Opening the valve green fluid flowed into me....she spoke as Mistress Dee got a special hood ready for me....”Crybaby Sweetheart this is a special mix that’s going to help make Baby Very emotional Mummy & Daddy Tell us your quiet the Crybaby But this Sweetheart is a whole different level we are going to really enjoy messing with your headie Crybaby!!” At that she rubbed my sore bottom “Shall we Spank Crybaby Mistress Dee to start her off ?”......Mistress Dee was kneeling at my face “what a great idea Mistress Carla...Open Wide Crybaby Sweetheart (she took out the wet wad giggling) Look Mistress Carla (she held up the cum & piss smoked rag !) Crybaby has been having fun, haven’t You Crybaby? (Wess Mistress Dee) Clever Baby Stay Open Wide!”

She lifted my lower mouth guard pushing it onto my lower teeth firmly, next she lifted my upper guard pushing that in place also Mistress Carla handed her a long waxed looking strip ? This she fed into my cheek pushing firmly pushing so they were wedged behind the guards forcing my mouth to stay Open WIDE ! Mistress Carla handed her a second strip as she did the same with this long wax strip she spoke to me my open further & Fuller “Crybaby Sweetheart this one is from me the first one is from Mistress Carla say thank you Babyslave !”.....as I did Mistress Carla put a bowl underneath my chin.....looking me right in the eyes “Clever girlie Crybaby that’s to catch the liquid at this end Sweetheart!!!!!...

My eyes suddenly bulging at her comments....They could not be serious right ? I mean it could not go all the way through Me...Could it ??......just as that thought hit me so did something else !  The wax strips weren’t wax, they had both spent weeks preparing them for using on me today, they had been toilet wipes over & over until they were so soiled they had become waxed then they had dried them out before starting Over! Tears ran from me now as I realised what Mistress Mummy had told me was true Today was to be Far Far Worse than yesterday’s harsh treatment.....

Mistress Dee rubbed my Tummy “Let’s work this In much Deeper Crybaby Sweetheart......Aaawwww Look Mistress Carla there she is there’s CRYBABY!...spank her Mistress Carla!!” The spanking was not to harshly given by Mistress Carla it did have me whimpering but as the heat grew from this my tummy started making loud noises as small cramps started Mistress Dee lifted a corset putting it around my waist clipping the clasping together she spoke Mistress Carla had stopped spanking me to join her..”Crybaby Sweetheart Your Very Full but given that your pluggie tube won’t be letting anything out of you back there am guessing our Babyslave understands what coming next cutenesses” she started lacing up the corset ! Mistress Carla came to my face “No Crying won’t stop us cutenesses as we want to see our Babyslave in Tears ! So am going to spank you now ..But Crybaby not like before...No am going to spank you Very Hard & Painfully Then cutenesses we are going to take turns flogging that Cute botty....am sure we can find all manner of things to make sure Crybaby can’t sit for Days !!!”

She went behind me & The spankings started heavyweight blows that had me Crying openly in moments....But as Mistress Dee did up the last of the corset a big cramp came..suddenly I felt fluid pass from me as I went to squeal !

They both clapped as the enema fluid ran out of my MOUTH !!!!!!....As the cramping came more fluid flowed over my face into the bowl, tears mixing with the fluid As the room echoed with the sound of My spankings, at first by hand then a flogger a huge heavyweight one ! Next came a belt..they both took time between each stroke until my Struggling stopped before administration of the next painful spank, Last was a robber hoop This really hurt ! So much so Mistress Carla stopped it as Mistress Dee knelt Down at my head..”Come here You noisy girlie Crybaby”

She pushed the new mask over my face as it approached me I could see it had a cock gag the balls were on the outer side ow as hollow ! I wrenched as she pushed it down my throat more fluid poured from me out it’s balls ! As she pulled the rubber taught, pushing the cone ovals up my nose ! The mask had eye holes quite large so they could still see me crying for them...on the outside of the nose cones were two long tear drop shaped plastic ovals with clear tubing from them around 3ft long thir tube she set to a small jar with what looked like a plastic round accordion bellow ?...she then looked up at Mistress Carla “All Ready Darling please continue...Baby is in shush Need of Training”

The next whip from the rubber loop was given with such force I screamed for allI was worth rigging in the bondage framework.But only a dull sound came from me...”Clever girlie Crybaby that’s much better now Pain Toy !”...

Just as it subsided Mistress Mummy walked into the room with a tray, this had two glasses of wine and strawberries & cream....she completely ignored my plight putting the tray Dow she spoke to the girls..”How is she behaving girls ?”

Mistress Dee was first to talk “Not too bad Mistress Mummy...although I have just had to gag her with the cock gag but I used my new mask as you can see so she will realise shortly she should have Not been so noisy !”....Mistress Mummy gigged at her comment turning to look at the mask she knelt Down to look at the severe looking mask, again completely ignored my begging eyes & sobbing....just then Mistress Carla spoke to her “Mistress Mummy why don’t you stay there & have Crybaby look at you as I put her to sleep for a short nap ?”

Yes wonderful idea Mistress Carla.....”Crybaby Sweetheart Look at Mummy...Keep looking at me ..No Matter What.. Ok Baby? (Ga’Ga) Clever Baby..Now !” She lifted a small fork hit it off her hand then held it to my ear...

Wwwwaaaa, Wwwwwwwaaaaa, wwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaa. WWWWaaaaaa.

I started Crying out like a real Baby it could be heard even past the cock gag !

I was imitating the lullaby !!! It must have been some sort of hypothesis & the fork was the key seed !

Mistress Carla raised her arm high in the air gave a grunt pulling Down sharply!

At number seven everything went Dark as I passed out to clapping in my ears fading into the distance......

[joi-in-the-tardis]

Well, while I'm apparently not sleeping tonight I'll try to put yesterday's nightmare into words.

Three things to know before I start:

1. Our bakery department is tiny. Our prep area is tiny. Even when it's just two or three of us, we're constantly in each other's way.

2. I struggle with a certain level of claustrophobia. While it can be triggered by enclosed spaces, more often it's about having an escape route in any given situation. Or being crowded. And having escape routes from crowds.

3. We've got a corporate store walk on Saturday and it takes us days to prep for those. We didn't even know about this one until right after the one we had last Saturday. The most crucial days for me to get the bake right for one of these walks is the two days leading up to it. You know, because all of my product is in-store made and therefore has a short shelf-life.

So, I got there at 5am and my plan was to bake heavy on everything that gets 3+ days. Then break out heavy on everything else for Friday.

At 6am my help shows up and gets started.

At 7am three above-store-level folks show up. "Did you know we were coming?" No. No I didn't. They begin rearranging things on our sales floor.

Wifey shows up. Did she know they were coming? No. Now there are five of them and three of us. I'm starting to panic. I keep losing the plot of what I planned to do. There are people in the way or leaving things in the way.

I overhear them talking about two more people coming.

Three more show up. So there's five of them and three of us and no space. We're racking up my fresh product because we can't fill the sales floor since we don't know what they're moving where (answer: they moved literally everything- which this is a fine time to tell you we hate when the grocery store gets rearranged, too, so when you bitch to us you're bitching to the choir).

I go to the office and the co-manager there asks who all those people in bakery are. She also didn't know they were coming. I guess she texted the store manager who was blowing up Wifey's phone about who they were so she didn't even know.

I go on break and dissociate for most of it. There were a couple co-workers in the hallway who tried to chat with me but I didn't have the spoons.

I get back to the department and there were TEN people now plus the three of us.

After distractedly racking up a couple cases of cookies, I gave up on baking for the day and turned to my breakout while I still had any wits about me (remember: tomorrow's the main day for me to get things ready for the walk).

Every few minutes my corner is inundated with people and I'm forced to scramble out of it and hide in the freezer to breathe and talk myself down from crying because I don't have time for that.

It looked like everyone left for lunch so I ventured out onto the floor to assess my new life. Some of it's good (discontinuing product that doesn't sell), some of it's bad (why do we have the same product in two places that are four steps away from one another- I asked later and they got defensive), and some of it's really bad (we can't get done as it is, but now there's more labor intensive stuff, nice).

I was on the second leg of my breakout when I was asked to bake another round of bread (we do one round a day due to lack of time and the fact that most of it doesn't sell) so they can take photos. I'm told if I can't do it someone else will... But I'm already going through those boxes anyway and I don't want anyone else ruining my organization, especially right before a walk that's supposed to include checking backroom organization. By the time I got to the third part of my breakout (donuts) I was on overtime. And I'd absolutely lost my patience. When one of them asked if she was in the way I told her yes (bit blunt but I was literally angling around her to put a tray on a rack).

There were still five of them there when I left.

Thankfully my help who almost never touches dishes saw what a mess I was and took them to the dishwasher without being asked. I left my cardboard everywhere and left.

About the only thing I can say that was positive is they were very complimentary about my bake. And the one person there who I actively like (I've known her most of my career with this company), when I asked her if there was a trick to making our new streusel pies look not-gross, said "Lisa if you can't make them look good then it's not possible." This is why I keep her.

[simplewonderland]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕

Pairing::: Mark Lee x Reader

Genre::: Romance, Fluff, Break Up

Word Count::: 1.3K———————————————————————— Summary::: You and your boyfriend of 3 years have broken up, you are utterly devastated and you’re wanting to be alone. Little did you know your best friend has been there the whole time waiting to hug you. 

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This is my very first story, I hope y’all like it :)

You have just woke up with swollen eyes and a pounding headache due to the events that had happened the night before. You had a fight with your boyfriend of 3 years, it was the worst fight you guys have ever had. He had been caught having dinner with a girl you had suspected for a while now, so you decided to confront him. There was yelling and pacing back and forth from the both of you. You cried and he left, he left around 3AM and all you could do is cry. You cried yourself to sleep, and so you couldn’t make yourself get out of bed because of that. It came to a point where you forced yourself out of bed to see if he had made it back. You rushed to the guest room and the living room of your apartment (places he would stay whenever you fought) to see if he was there… he wasn’t. You quickly checked to see if there were any signs that he had gotten back home, and there were… In many places actually he left signs in the closet, the bathroom, the nightstand and the living room. There was nothing left but the specks of dust that were left behind from the things he had there for about a year now. He took it all, absolutely everything. You reach for your phone to call him, when you see that there had been a voicemail from him. He called not even 4 hours after he left, the voicemail was from 7AM so you decided to listen to it before giving him a call. He said in it - -

“(Y/N) I can’t do this anymore, I want to be free of worries and don’t want to have to deal with you anymore. * he sighs* i’m sorry but I never loved you and I know this shouldn’t come as a shock because I know you knew it too. I feel your always caught up with something. Work, your family, your friends and him.. Maybe you had some feelings for me but I feel you weren’t all in and I felt the same way. 3 years wasted on a love that was standing still and not going anywhere hurt. I can’t put all the blame on you because I’m at fault too. I just finally feel as if I can breathe, I hope you can too.. I’m glad you didn’t answer I don’t know if I could’ve done this listening to you or even in person. I hope you can move on like I know you will.. And be happy and free, I’m sorry. Goodbye (Y/N).”

The 5 minute voicemail is haunting, you’re left in tears. You throw your phone across the room and just fall. Of course it hurt he was your life for the past 3 years, how you be with someone you didn’t love.. it all felt surreal. What does he mean deal with me when he was the needy one? What does he mean it shouldn’t come as a shock when you thought you both cared for each other? What does he mean caught upon work, family, friends and him? HIM? What about him? He’s my best friend, Mark is just my best friend.. You finally come to terms as to what happened and you pick yourself up and go towards your phone to pick it up when you noticed it was shattered, unrepairable. You leave it be for about a week. ONE WEEK that’s how long you let yourself be in the dark alone. You let yourself believe you weren’t worthy of being out and of being happy. Someone you loved told you they never loved you. You cried, you drank, and you slept.. that’s all you did for the past 7 days. You finally pushed yourself to shower and then to eat food, slowly but surely you started picking up the pieces. You decide to leave your house to get a new phone cause you need to go back to your life. You decide to start up the phone at home, you weren’t ready to have all of those images and messages and calls pop up in front of people and break down. So that’s what you do, as the phone is loading you leave to the kitchen to make something to eat when hear your phone receive so many notifications. You’re not ready to check those notifications just yet, you leave the phone on the table as you just sit there and watch it. 

23 missed calls, 14 voicemails, over 50 messages. Those are just from one person, the one person in the world who always brings you joy and can be the light in a room full of darkness. It was your best friend Mark.. he called you every day and messaged you every little detail of what he was thinking or what he was doing in his day. He left you 2 voicemails everyday, every morning and every night but you weren’t ready to listen to any of them due to what happened the last time you received a voicemail. Either way you smiled for the first time in awhile thanks to Mark. You’re very nervous to try and reach out to Mark because you’re terrified to tell him everything that happened and you know he’ll be mad that you never called him to be by your side. At this very second your phone starts to ring.. It’s Mark, he’s probably calling you to leave his daily morning voicemail. You debate wether or not to pick up but because you wanted to hear his voice you pick up. You guess Mark got used to your voicemail that when you picked up he just started talking as if it was the inbox.. in a raspy voice (guessing he had just woken up) he says “Good morning (Y/N)! I feel like I’m going crazy not being able to hear or talk to my best friend…*long pause* comeback to me soon from wherever you disappeared to. Well let’s talk about last nights’ dream, it’s the same dream as 3 nights ago but this time our ending was a little different. I don’t know whether I should tell you or not, maybe not but please come back to m-“ . You cut him off just to say “Nooo please tell me the dream”  He seemed to be taken back for a moment, thinking he was going crazy.. “ (Y/N)… (Y/N) is that you?? Please say something!”  Of course you have to answer him it would be cruel if you didn’t. “Yes Mark it’s me- -“ He cut you off with a voice full of excitement and he seemed to be fully awake now. “Where are you? Share your location and don’t move I’m on my way!”   You share your location because he told you to and then try to tidy the apartment before he arrived. It didn’t even seem like 20 minutes later but you heard a knock at the door. You open it to see that it’s him, all you could do is cry.. His first instinct to grab you and hug you tight as if he hasn’t seen you in years.

It’s been about 10 minutes and you guys are still hugging there’s been multiple times you wanted to let go to properly hug but he just ended up grabbing you tighter. You feel safe in his arms, you feel warm. You breathed into one another making your hug that much harder to get out of. He finally lets go and you noticed the tears coming down his face and he notices you’re crying. He wipes your tears and lets out a “Finally”  all he could do is smile, he doesn’t go straight into the conversation. He leads you into your own kitchen and lets you know he brought all of your favorites. He sits you down on the couch right next to him so you wouldn’t disappear on him again. He turns to face you and realized you were looking down and he grabs your face for you to face him and looks right into your eyes and says “Now tell me what happened..”